PR 3717 
.S2 L4 
1804 



^'"ir'y 




MIRTH AND SONG : 



CONiiSTIS^G OP A 



Uyec6ar& on aUcadi^y 



WRITTEN BV 



GEORGE ALEXANDER STEVENS, Esq. 



THE COURTSHIP, 



"WITH A COLLECTION OF 



APPROVED SONGS. 



BOSTON: 

PRINTED BY E. LINCOLN, 

F©R JOHN WHITING, of Lancaster. 



1804. 



6 

Copy.. 






C^to-\'7^'[^Z 



MIRTH AND SONG. 



LECTURE ON HEADS. 



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^VERY fmgle Speaker, who, like me, attempts 
to entertain an Audience, has not only the cen- 
fure of that affembly to dread, but alfo every part 
of his own behaviour to fear. The fmalleft error 
of voice, judgment, or delivery, will be noted : 
" All that can be prefumed upon in his favour is 
a hope — that he may meet with that indulgence, 
which an Englilh audience are fo remarkable 
for, and that every exhibition fiends fo much 
in need of J* 

THIS method of lecturing is a very ancient 
cuftom ; Juno^ the wife of y^^/i/^r, being the iirfl 
who gave her hufband a le^ure, and, from the 
place wherein that oration was fuppofed to have 
been delivered, they have always fmce that time 
been called curtain leBiires. 

But before I pretend to make frne with other 
people's Jieads, it may be proper to fay fomething 
upon my own, if upon my own any thing could 
be faid to the purpofe : but, after maliy experi- 
ments, finding I could not make any thing of 



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my own, I have taken the liberty to try what I 
could do, by exhibiting a Colle(5lion of Heads be- 
longing to other people. But here is a Head 
\_Jho<ws Stevens^ IleacT] I confefs I have more than 
once v.'ifhed on my own fhoulders ; but I fear 
my poor abilities •will bring a blufh ih its 
cheeks. In this head Genius ere<5led a temple to 
Originality, where Fancy and Obfervatton refided ; 
and from their union fprang this numerous and 
whimfical progeny. This is the Head of George 
Alexander Stevens, long known and long refpe6t- 
ed, a man univerfally acknowledged of infinite 
wit and moft excellent fancy ; one who gave pe- 
culiar grace to the jeft, and could fet the table on 
a roar with flalhes of merriment; but wit and 
humour were not his only excellencies ; he pof- 
feffed a keennefs of iatire, that made folly hide 
her head in the higheft places, and vice tremble 
in the bofoms of the great : but now, blefTed with 
that affluence which Genius and Prudence are 
fure to acquire in England, the liberal patronefs 
of the fine arts, he now enjoys that eafe his talents 
have earned, whilft Fame, like an evening fun, 
gilds the winter of his life with mild, but cheerful 
beams. With refpe(5i:, but honeft ambilion, I 
have undertaken to fill his place, and hope my 
attention and zeal to pleafe, will fpeak in behalf 
ef confcious inferiority. 

A HEAD, to fpeak In the gardener's ftyle, Is 
a mere bulbous excrefcence, growing out from 
between the Ihouldcrs like a wen ; it is fuppofed 
to be a mere expletive, juft to wear a hat on, to 
fill up the hollow of a wig, to take fnuff with, or 
have your hair dreifed upon. 



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Some of thefe heads are manufadured in nvood^ 
fome in pnjle-hmrd^ which is a hint to ihow there 
may not only be block-heads^ but dl^o paper JkuUs, 

Phyficians acquaint us that, upon any fright or 
alarm, the Ipirits fly up into the Jjead, and the 
blood rufhes violently back to the heart. Hence 
it is, politicians compare the human conftitution, 
and the nation's conilitution, together ; they fup- 
pofmg the head to be the court end of the town, 
and the heart the country ; for people in the coun- 
try feem to be taking things to heart, and people 
at court only feem to wifh to bd at the head of 
things. 

We make a mighty bu (lie about the twenty- 
four letters ; how many changes they can ring, 
and how many volumes they have compofed ; 
yet, let us look upon the many millions of man- 
•kind, and fee if any two faces are alike. Nature 
never defigned feveral faces which we fee, it is the 
odd exercife they give the mufclcs belonging to 
their vifages occafions fuch looks : As for exam- 
ple ; we meet in the ftre^ets ^vith feveral people 
talking to themfelves, ?.nd feera much pleafed with 
fuch felf-converfation [_here take them off.l^ Soma 
people V7e fee ftaring at every thing, and wonder- 
ing with a fooliOi face of praife [make a face here'] ; 
fome laughing, fome crying : now, crying and 
laughing are contrary effeds, the lead alteration 
of features occafions the difference, it is turning 
np the mufcles to laugh, \_do fo here~\ and do'wn to 
cry. 

Yet laughter is much midook, no perfon being 
capable of laughing, who is incapable of thinking. 
For fome people fuddenly break out into violent 
fpafmsjha, ha, ha ! and then, without any grada- 

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tlon, change at once Into downright Cupidity ; as 
for example, {^herejhoiv the example.'] 

In fpeaking about faces, we Ihall now exhibit a 
bold face. ^Shoius the head.~] 

This is Sir Whifkey WhilRe ; he is one of thofe 
mincing, tittering, tip-toe, tripping animalculae of 
the times, that flutter about fine women like flies 
in a flower-garden, as harmlefs, and as conllant, 
as their fhadows ; they dangle by the fide of 
beauty, like part of their watch equipage, as glit- 
tering, as light, and as ufelefs. And the ladies 
fuifcr fuch things about them, as they wear 
foufflee gauze, not as things of value, but mere- 
ly to make a fliow with ; they never fay any 
thing to the purpofe, but with this in their hands 
X^taie up an eye ^lafs,'] they flare at ladies, as if 
ihey were a jury of aftronomers, executing a writ 
of inquiry upon fome beautiful planet : they imr 
agine themfelves pofTeifed of the power of a rat- 
tle-fnake, who can, as it is f^iid, fafcinate by a 
3ook ; and" that every fine woman mull, at firfl: 
fight, fall into their arms. — " Ha ! who's that, 
Jack ? She's a very fine woman ; 'pon honour, 
an immenfely lovely creature j who is .flie ? 
She muil be one of us ; flie mufl; be come ata- 
ble, 'pon honour." ** Wo, Sir," replies a ftran- 
ger, that ovcrlieard him, *' ihe's a lady of {ixidi 
virtue — " " Is flie fo ? I'll look at her again : 
«y, ay, ihe may be a lady of fl:ri(5t virtue, for 
now 1 look at lier again, there is fomething 
very ungcnteel about her." 

WIGS, as well as hocks, are furniture for the 
head, and both nv'igs and boohs are fometimes 
equally voluminous. AV^e may therefore fuppofe 
this wig \_jhQws a large Wif] to be a huge quarto 



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in large paper ; this a duodecimo In fmall 
print Intakes the inoiu'mg kead'ji and this a jock- 
ey's head fweated down to ride a fweep-ftates. 
[^Takes the jockey's head J. Now a jockey's head 
and a horfe's head have great affinity, for the 
jockey's head can pull the horfe's head on which 
fide of the poft the rider pleafes : but what fort 
of heads muft thofe people have, who know fuch 
things are done, and will truft fuch finking funds 
with their capitals ? Thefe are a couple of heads, 
which in the fportfman's Calendar are called a 
brace of knowing ones, and as^ a great many peo- 
ple about London afFed to be thought knowing 
. ones, they drefs themfelves in tliefe faftiions, as if it 
could add to the dignity of a head, to fhow they 
have taken their degrees from Students in the 
ftable, up to the Mafters of Arts upon a coach- 
box. [_Gives the fwo heads off^ and takes the hook- 
cafe.'} 

The phrafe of Wooden heads Is no longer par- 
adoxical, fome people fit up wooden ftudies, Cab- 
inet-makers become book-makers, and a man may 
ihow a parade of much reading, by only the affill- 
ance of a timber-merchant : a ftudent in the 
temple may be furniflied with a coUedion of law 
books cut from a luhipping-pojl ; Phyfical Dic- 
tionaries may be had in Jefuit's bark ; a Treatife 
on Duels in touch-iuood ; the Kiftory of Oppofi- 
fition in nvorm-ivood ; Shakefpeare's works in ce- 
dar, his commentators in rotten-ivood ; the re- 
viewers In birchi and the hiilory of England in 
heart of oak. 

Mankind now make ufe of fubftltutes In more 
things than book-making and militia men : fomc 
hufbands are apt to fubflitute inferior wom.en to 



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ilietr own Ijidies, like the idiot, who exchanged a 
•brilliant for a piece of broken looking-glafs : — 
of fuch hufbands we can only fay, they have 
borrowed their education from thefe libraries, 
and have very wooden, very wooden taltes in- 
deed. l^Gives it of.'] 

Here's a head full charged for fun, [^la&€s the 
head] a comical half foolifh face, what a great 
many upon the ftagc can put on, and what a 
great many people, not upon the ftage, can't put 
off. This man always laughed at what he faid 
himfelf, and he imagined a man of wit muft al- 
ways be upon the broad grin ; and whenever he 
was in com,pany he was always tea/ing fome one 
to be merry, faying. Now you Mt-ifter ivhat do you 
caWem ? do noix) fay f'jmdhhig to make us /lU laugh ; 
co7ne do noiv he com'i:aI a little. But if there is no 
other perfonwlll fpe:-ik, he will threaten to /r//j?o« 
ajlory to make you die with latigJjing, and he will af- 
fure you, it is the moft hejlejl and mojl comicallejl Jlory 
that ever you heard in all your born days ; and he 
always interlards his narration with, fo as I nvas 
a faying, fays /, and fo as he ivas a faying, fays \it\fo 

fays he to me, and I to him, and he to me again, 

did you ever hear an^^ thing more comical in all your 
horn days ? But after he had concluded his nar- 
ration, not finding any pcrfon even to fmiie at 
what he faid, (lri\ck with the difappointment, he 
puts on a fad face himfelf, and looking round up- 
on the company, he iays, // ivas a good Jlory when 
I heard it too : why then,fo, andfo, andfo, that's all, 
that's all, gentlemen. [Puts on a foolilh look, and 
gives the head off.] 

Hfcre is Mafter jacky, \_takes the head] Mam- 
ma's darling j when Ihe was witli-child of him 



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fhe dreamt flie wasl3rought to bed of a pinciifiilon. 
He was never fulFered to look into a book for fear 
of making him round-fliouldered, y.et he was an 
immenfe fcholar for all tliat ; his mamma's wo- 
man had taught him all Hoyle by heart, and he 
could calculate to a fingle tea-fpoonful how much 
cream fhould be put into a codlin tart. — He wears 
a piece of lace which feems purloined from a la- 
dy's tucker, and placed here, to fhow that fuch 
beings as thefe can make no other ufe of ladies' 
favours than to expofe them. Horace had cer- 
t'^inij^, fuch a chara(5ter in view by his dulajjime re- 
rum ? fvvceteft of all things, all eflence and eifemi- 
nacy; and that line of his — ^idagis, dulc'ijjima re- 
rum? maybe rendered, what ails you, Mail: erjacky? 
As they have rivalled the ladies in the delicacy of 
their complexion, the ladies therefore have a right 
to make reprifals, and to take up that manlinefs 
which our fex feems to have caft off. 

Here is a lady in her fafhionable uniform \_tahes 
up the head'] ; flie looks as if marching at the head 
of a battalion, or elfe up before day to follow the 
hounds with fpirit ; while this lies in bed all the 
morning, with hi^ hands wrapped up in chicken 
gloves, his complexion covered with milk of rofes, 
effence of May-dew, and lily of the valley water : 
This does honour to creation ; this difgraces it : 
and fo far have thefe things femalized themfelves, 
by effeminate affectations, that if a lady's cap was 
put upon this head, Mafter Jacky might be taken 
for Mifs Jenny {^puts on a lady^s cap on the head of 
Majffer Jacky] ; therefore grammarians can neith- 
er rank them as mafculme ox feminine., fo fet them 
down of fclis doubtful gender. \^Puts off the heads,] 



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Among the multitude of odd charaders wi^ 
-which this kingdom abounds, fome are called 
generous fellows, fome honed fellows, and fome 
-clever fellows : Now the generous fellow is treatr 
mafter ; the honeft fellow, is toaft-mafter ; and 
the clever fellow is fmging-mafter, who is to keep 
the company alive for four or five hours ; then 
your honcft fellow is to drink them all dead after- 
wards. They married into folly's family, from 
whom they received this creft, and which nobody 
choofes to be known by. [^takes ihe fooVs cap.~\ 
This fool's cap is the greate ft ^wanderer known.; 
it never comes home to any body, it is often ob- 
ferved to belong to every body but themfelves. 
It is odd, but the word nobody, and the term 
nothing, although no certain ideas can be affixed 
to them, are often made fuch ufe of in converfa- 
tion. Philofophers have declared they knew no- 
thing, and it. is common for us to talk about doing 
nothing ; for, from ten to twenty we go to fchoo'l 
to be taught what from twenty to thirty we are 
apt to forget ; from thirty to forty we begin to 
fettle ; from forty to fifty Ave think away as faft 
as we can ; from fifty to fixty we are very care- 
ful in our accounts ; and from fixty to feventy we 
caft up what all our thinking comes to, and then 
what between our loifes and our gains, our enjoy- 
ments and our inquietudes, even with the addition 
of old age, we can but ftrike this balance \_taLes 
the hoard lu'ith cypher s~\ : Thefe are a number of 
nothings, they are hieroglyphics of part of hu- 
«nan kind ; for in life, as well as in arithmetic, 
there are a number of nothings, w^hich, like thefe 
ryphers, n>ean nothing in themfelves, and are to- 
tally infignificant ; but by the addition of a. fm- 



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gle figure at their head, they affume rank and vaT- 
ne In an inftant. The meaning of which is, that 
nothing may be turned into fomething by the 
fmgle power of any one who is lord of a golden 
manor — [^tums ths hoard^jhows the golden one.~\ But 
as thcfe perfons* gains come from nothing, we 
may fuppofe they will come to nothing ; and hap- 
py are they, who, amidft the variations of nothing, 
have nothing to fear; if they have nothing to 
lofe, they have nothing to lament ; and if they 
have nothing to be aftiamed of, they have every 
thing to hope for : tlius concludes the dlfierta- 
tlon upon nothing, which the exhibitor hopes he 
has properly executed, by making nothing of it. 
This is the head of a London blood, taken 
from the life t \_holds the head up'] — He wears a 
bull's forehead for a fore-top, in commemoration 
of that great blood of antiquity, called Jupiter, 
who turned himfelf into a bull to run away with 
Europa, and to this day bloods are very fond of 
making beafts of themfelves.— He Imagined that 
all mirth confifted in doing mifchlef, tlierefore he 
would throw a waiter out of the window, and bid 
him to be put Into the reckoning, tofs a beggar 
in a blanket, play at chuck with china plates, run 
his head againft a wall, hop upon one leg for an 
hour together, carry a red hot poker round the 
room between his teeth, and fay, " done firll for 
fifty." He was quite the thing, either for kicking 
up a riot, or keeping it up after he had kicked it 
up ; he was quite the thing, for one day he kick- 
ed an old woman's codlln-kettle about the ftreets ; 
another time he fhoved a blind horfe into a china 
ihop — that "JO as jolly ; he was a conftant cuftomer 
to the round houfe ; a terror to modefl women> 



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;nid a dupe to women of the town : of which this 
is exhibited as a portrait \^takes the head.'] This is 
a head of a man of tlie town or a blood, and this 

is a wCman of the town, or a , but whatever 

other title the lady may have we are not entitled 
to take notice of it ; all that we can fay is, that 
M^e beg mirth will fpare one moment to pity, let 
not delicacy be offended if we pay a ihort tribute 
of compaffion to thefe unhappy examples of mif- 
conduct ; indeed in the gay feafons of irregular 
feilivity, indifcretion appears thus — {jakes ojfthat 
arbdjljoius the other] : but here is her certain cataf- 
trophe ; how much therefore ought common 
opinion to be defpifed, which fuppofes the fame 
fact, that betrays female honour, can add to that 
of a gentleman's ? When a beauty is robbed, the 
hue-and-cry which is raifed, is never raifed in her 
favour ; deceived by ingratitude, neceflity forces 
her to continue criminal, fhe is ruined by our fex, 
and prevented reformation by the reproaches of 
her own — \^takes it off".] As this is the head of .a 
blood going to keep it up [^taies it off,] here is the 
head of a blood after he has kept it up. — \_Jhoius 
that head.] This is the head of a married blood 
— what a pretty piece of additional furniture this 
is to a lady of delicacy's bed-chamber ! "What 
then? it's beneath a man of fpirit with a bumper 
in his hand to think of a wife, that would be 
fpoiling his fentiment : no, he is to keep it up, 
and to fhoAv in what manner our London bloods 
do keep it up, we fliall conclude the firft part of 
this le(5ture by attempting a fpeciraen — \_puts on 
the Hood's nuig] : " Keep it up, huzza ! keep it 
up ! I loves fun, for I made a fool of my father 
lail April day. I will tell you what makes me 



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laugh fo, we were keeping it up faith, {o about 
four o'clock this morning I went down into the 
kitchen, and there was IVill the waiter fail; afleep 
by the kitchen fire ; the dog cannot keep it up 
as we do : fo what did I do, but I goes foftly, 
and takes the tongs, and I takes a red-hot cool 
out of the fire, as big as my head, and I plumpt 
it upon the fellow's foot, becaufe I loves fun ; fo 
it had lamed the fellow, and that makes me 
laugh fo. You talk of your faying good things ; 
I faid one of the beft things laft week that ever 
any man faid in all the world. It was what we 
call your rappartees^ your hohmates. — I'll tell you 
what it is : You muft know, I was in high fpirits, 
faith, fo I ftol« a dog from a blind man, for I do 
love fun 1 fo then the blind man cried for his 
dog, and that made me laugh j fo fays I to the 
blind man. Hip, mafter, do you want your dog I 
Yes, Sir, fays he. Now, only mind what I faid 
to the blind man ; fays I, Da you want your 
dog ? Yes, Sir, fays he : Then fays I to the blind 
man, fays I, Go look for him. — Keep it up ! keep 
it up ! — That's the word of it, I always turn fick 
when I think of a parfon ; I always do ; and my 
brother he is a parfon too, and he hates to hear 
any body fwear ; fo I always fwear when I am 
along with him., to roall him. I went to dine 
with him one day laft week, and there was my 
fifters, and two or three more of what you call 
your modeft women ; but I fent them all from 
the table, before the dinner v/as half over, for I 
loves fun ; and fo there was nobody but my broth- 
el- and me, and I begun to fwear ; I never fivore 
^0-well in my life ; I fwore all my new oaths ; it 



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•rould have done you good to have lieard me 
iwear ; fo then my brother looked frighted, aiiv 
that was fun. At lafl, he laid down his knif 
and fork, and lifting up his hands and his eyesj 
he calls out, Oh T^empora l oh Mores — Oh ho> 
brother, fays I, what, you think to frighten me> 
by calling all your family about you ; but 1 
don't mind you nor your family neither — Only^ 
bring Tempora and Mores here, that's all ; I'll 
box them for five pounds ;- here, — wherx^'s Tem- 
pora and Mores ? where are they ? — Keep it up t 
keep it up !" 

END OF THE FIRST PART. 



THE SECOND PART. 

rHE FIVE scTEJicns i 

j^rch'iteLlure^ Painli?igt Poetry, Mujic, and /iJ}rononiy\ 

JL HIS is a fmall exhibition of Pictures. Thcfc 
pidtures arc placed here to fhow the partiality of 
the prefent times ; formerly feven cities contend- 
ed for the honour of ha\nBg Homer for their 
countryman ; but as foon as it was known thefc 
fciences were born in England, the whole club of 
Connoiffeurs exclaimed againft them, faying it 
Tvas impoffible that there could be any real geni- 
us among them, our atmoiphere being too thick 
■and too heavy to nourilh any fine ideas. Thefc 
fciences, being found out to be mere Engliili, were 
treated as impoftors ; for, as-thcy jiad not a h-xViC- 



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forne wife, -nor fifter, to fpeak for them, nor oiks 
fingle eledlion vote in their family, nor a fliillin^ 
jn their pocket, to bribe the turn-pike door-keeper, 
they could notfucceed; befiocs Chinefe zig-zag, 
^nd Gothic imitations monopolized all premiums ; 
and the envy of prejudice, and the folly of fafh- 
-2Gn, made a party againPc them. They were if> 
weak in themlelves, as to imagine the merits of 
their works vrould recommend them to the 
world. Poor creatures ! they knew nothing of 
the world, to fuppofe fo ; for m,ent is the only 
thing in the world not recommendable. To 
prevent (larving j^rchiteclurd hired herfelf as a 
bricklayer's labourer to a Chinefe temple builder ; 
Painting took on as a colour-grinder to a paper- 
flainer : Poetry turned printer's devil ; Mufic 
lung ballads about the ftreets, and JJtronomy fold 
almanacks. They rambled abont in this manner 
for fome lime ; at lafi, they picked up poor Wit., 
<^vho lay ill of fome bruifes he had received one 
mafquerade night. 

As p<:^or Wit Wcis -coming down the Hay-Mar- 
3vet, juft as the maftjuerade v\^as breaking up, the 
noife cf a pick^pecket ^vas aniToiinced, upoa 
wliich EuJfOGnery £t\\ upon ff^'d, and fnangled hina 
mod piteouily. Invention lliood IVli's friend and 
Jielped him to make his efcape to thofe Sciences., 
Now it happened that night Lady FaJJjwnh^d loik 
her lap-dog, which \lVlt found, and brought to 
thefe liis comp;mions, for whom jlrchltediire built 
3. little houfe ; Painting made /a. portrait of it-; 
Poetry made a copy of verfes upon it ; which Mu^ 
Jlc put a tune to, and AJlronomy calculated the 
dear creature's nativity, which fo pleafed X<2<^ 
.Fafiiony that fhe recomHiended tliem to the Jioafe 



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of Oftentiitipn, but left P/it behind, becaufe as 
IVii was out of lafte, Fafliion would not have any 
thing to fay to it. However, feme of her Lady- 
fhip's upper fcrvants invited IVit into the Reward's 
room, and, according to the idea fome folks have 
of IVk, they begged he'd be comical. One 
brought him a poker to bend over his arm ; 
another defired Jie would eat a little fire for 'em 
before dinner ; the butler requefted a tune upon 
the m.ufical glaffes ; my lady's woman defired he 
would tell her fortune by the cards ; and the 
groom faid, " as hov\^ if his honour was a IVii, he 
could ride upon three horfes at once." But be- 
fore fVft could anfwer to any of thefe queftioRs, 
the French governefs belonging to the family 
came down ftairs and ordered IFk to be turned 
out of the doors, faying, *' Vat want you vid Fit, 
when you are ftudying a la Fran^oife-? I'll vous 
afiurez, I'll vous alTurez ; if you v.-ill have us for 
your mafters, you niuft have no Fit at all." 
[^VThe Sciences tahen oJJT^ 

Poor Wit being turned out of doors, wandered 
about friendiefs, for it was never yet known that a 
man's wit ever gained him a friend, — He applied 
himfelf to the proprietors of the news-papers, but 
upon their inquiring whether he underftood poli- 
tics, and being totally ignorant of them, they 
would not employ him. He inquired after 
Friendfliip, but found Friendihip -V'as drowTied at 
the lall general eledion : he v/ent to fmd out 
Hofpitality, but Hofpitality being invited to a 
turtle fcaft, there was no room for Wit ; he afked 
after Charity, but it being found that Charity was 
that day run over by thebifhop's newfet of coach- 
horfes, he died, broken-hearted, being a diftemper, 



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%vhich, although not catalogued in the Materm 
Medica, is epidemical among beautiful woraenj 
iind men of genius, who having worn themfelves 
out in making other people happy, are at laft 
negleded and left to perilb amidft age and infirm- 
ity, wondering how the world could be fo un- 
grateful. 

Here is the head of a connoiffeur — [jales the 
hea(L'] — Tliougb horn in this kingdom, he had 
travelled long enough to fall in love with every 
thing foreign, and defpife every thing belonging 
to his own country, except himfclf. He pretend- 
ed to be a great judge of painting, but only ad- 
mired thoic done a great way off, and a great 
wh.ile ago ; he could not bear any thing done by 
anyof his own countrymen, and one daybeing inau 
iiuction-roGm where there was a number of capi- 
tal pictures, and among tlie reli; an inimitable 
piece of painting of fnuits and fic-wers ; the con- 
liolffeur would net give his opinion ,of the pic- 
iure until he had exannned his catalogue, and 
nnding it was done by an Engliihman, he pulled 
-out his^ye-glafs \jakes the eye-g'u'fs,'] "OSir," fays 
lie, " thcfe Englifh fellows have no more idea ot 
jTtinius than a Dutch flvipper has of dancing a co- 
tillion ; tiie dog has fpoiled a fine piece of can- 
^-•iss ; he's worfe thar. a Harp- Alley figri-poft 
cauber : there's no keeping, no perl pe<5tive, no 
iure-ground ; — why there now, the fellow has at- 
tempted to paint a fly upon the rofe-bud, w'hy it's 
no more like a fly than L. am. like a — a- — ." 
But, as the connoiifeur approached his finger to 
the picture, the fly flew away. — His eyes are halt 
clofcd, this is called the wifeman's wink, and 
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fiiows lie can fee the world with half an eye ; he 
had fo wonderful a penetration, fo inimitable 
a forecaft, he always could fee how every thing 
was to be — after the affair was over. 

Then talking of the affairs of adminiilration, 
he told his lordlliip, that he could fee how things 
were all along, they could not deceive him. " I 
can fee if other people can't — 1 can fee if the 
miniftry take the lead they won't be behind 
hand." This man found out the only fcherae 
that ever could be invented for paying off the 
national debt, the fcheme that he found out, he 
difco\'ered to the miniftry as follows : 

" Now, my lord duke, I liave a fcheme to pay 
off our nation's debt without biirthening tlie fub- 
je6t with a frefh tax ; my fcheme is as follows j 
X would have all the Thames water bottled up, 
and fold for Spa water. Who'll buy it, you'll 
fay ? Why the waterman's company mufl buy- 
it, or they never could work their boats any 
more ; there's a fcheme to pay off tlie nation's 
debt, without burthening the fubjcd with a frefh 
tax." [ Takes the head oj". ] 

Kerens a companion for that connoifleur ; this 
is one of your worldly wife men, wife in his owm 
conceit ; he laughed at all modes of faith, anl 
would have a reafon given him for every thing. 
He difmherited his only fon, becaufe the lad 
could not give him a reafon why a black hen 
laid a wliite t^^. He was a great materi.iliil, 
and thus he proved the infinity of matter. He 
told them, that " all round things were globular, 
" all fqHare things flat-fided. Now, Sir, if the 
bottom is equal to the top, and the top equal to 
the bottom, and the bottom and the top are equal 



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to the four fides, ergo all matter is as broad as 
it's long." But he had not in his head matter 
fufficient to prove matter efficient ; being thus 
deficient, he knew nothing of tije matt«er. \_Tahes 
off the head, '\ 

We {hall now exhibit a freeholder's head in a 
very particular ftate — in a ftate of inoculation. 
\Shenvs the head.'] 

' Thefe pieces of money are placed like doors 
over the fenfes, to open and fhut juft as the dif- 
tributor of the medicine pleafes. And here is an 
ele<5tion pidlure \^Shonvs /VJ all hands are catching 
at this, 'tis an interpretation of that famous fenti- 
jnent, "May we have in our arms thofe we love in 
our hearts." Now the day of election is madman's 
holiday, 'tis the golden day of liberty, which ev- 
ery voter on that day^ takes to market, and is his 
own falefman ; for man at that time being con- 
fidered as a mere machine, is afted upon as ma* 
chines are, and to make his wheels move proper- 
ly, he is properly greafed in the fift. {^Gives off 
^the piSure.\ — Every freeholder enjoys his portion 
of feptennial infanity ; he'll eat and drink wjth 
every body without paying for it, becaufe he's 
bold and free ; then he'll knock down every body 
who won't fay as he fays, to prove his abhor- 
rence of arbitrary power, and preferve the liberty 
nf old England forever, huzza ! \Jjivss off ths 
hmd.l 

The firft contefted eletfiion happened between 
the three goddeffes upon Mount Ida,whofe names 
vv-ere Juno, Minerva and Venus, when Paris was 
the returning officer, who decreed in favour of 
Venus, by prefenting her vHth the golden apple 
Itahs np the mney.'J—Juno, on her approaching' 



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Paris, told him, that though it was beneath her 
dignity to converfe with a mortal, yet if he would 
be her friend, fhe would make him a nabob. 
Minerva told him how that learning w^as better 
than houfe and land, and if he would be her 
friend, fhe would teach him propria qus marribus. 
But Venus, who thought it would be wafting 
time to make ufe of words, gave him fuch a look 
as put her in polfeffion of the golden ap^le. The 
queen of beauty, out of gratitude to Pa/is, who 
had fo well managed the election for her, made 
him a prefent of feveral flices of that golden pip- 
pin, and in commemoration of that event, Inch 
flices have been made ufe of as prefents, at all 
other general elections ; they have a fympathy 
like that which happens to eledrical wires, let a 
hundred hold them in their hands, their fenfa- 
tions will be the fame ; but they differ from elec- 
tricity in one effential point, which is, that though 
the touch be ever fo great, it never fhocks people. 
It is a general remark, that novelty is the maf- 
ter pafilon of the Engiifh ; nothing goes down 
without it, and nothing fo grofs, that it will not 
make palatable; the art therefore of infi'iing 
fuccefs in this town to every adventurer, is to hit 
upon fomcthing new, as the phrafe is ; no matter 
what it is, it will prove equally attrading wheth- 
er it be a Avoman riding upon her head at Weft- 
minfter-bridge, or one without any head at all, 
debating upon politics and religion at Weftrnin- 
fter Forum : But here, let not my fair country- 
women condemn me as an unmannerly fatirift — 
we refped the tafte and underftanding, as much 
as we admire the beauty and delicacy of the 
fex ; but furely no woman of. fecfe would fuppoie 



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we meant to offend her, if we faid ftie was the 
mo ft improper perfon in the world to be made a 
Captain of Horfe, or a Member of Parhament. 
This is the head {tahes the head) of a female Mod- 
erator or Prefident of the Lady's debating Socie- 
ty ; fhe can prove to a demonftration that man is 
an ufurper of dignities and preferments, and that 
her fex has a juft right to a participation of both 
with him ; Ihe would have phyficians in petty- 
coats, and lawyers with high heads and French 
curls ; then fhe w-ould h2iVQ yowig women of fpi- 
sit to cornmand our fleets and armies, and old 
ones to govern the ftate : — She pathetically la- 
ments that women are confidered as mere domef- 
lic animals, fit only for making puddings, pick- 
ling cucumbers, or regiftering cures for the mea- 
lies and chincough. If this lady's wifiies for re- 
formation fhould ever be accompliHied, we may 
expeiSl: to hear that an admiral's in the hyfterics ; 
-. that a general lias mifcarried ; and that a prime 
minifter v%^as i)rought to bed the moment flic 
opened the budget. 

This is a head {JJjoivs it) of a male Moderator 
and Prefident of eloquence at one of her fchools in 
this metropolis ; we have fcAools for fericing, 
fchools for dancing, and fchools at whiclv we 
learn every thing but thofe things which we 
ought to learn : but this is a fchool to teach a 
man to be an orator ; it can convert a cobler in- 
to a Demofthenes — make him thunder over por- 
ter,- and lighten over gin, and qualify him to 
/peak on either fide of the queftion in the Houfe 
of Commons, v/ho has not fo much as a fmgl* 
vote for a Member of Parliament. 



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Here political tobacconifts Irnoke the meafures 
of government in cut and dry argument ; here 
oppofition tailors prove the nation has been cab- 
baged ; here fadlers, turned ftatefmen, find a curb 
for the minillry ; here the minority veteran 
players argue, that the fcene ought to be fhifted i 
that the king's hcufehold wants a better manager, 
that there is no neceiHty for a wardrobe-keeper ; 
that his majefty's company are a fet of very bad 
aflors ; and he humbly moves that the king 
ihould difcharge his prompter. — Some time ago 
the Prelident of this Ibciety had a great conftitu- 
tional point to decide, but not acquitting himfelf 
to the fatisfaclion of the ladies, this fpirited female 
feized the chair of ftate, and with the crack of 
her fan opened the bufmefs of the evening ; de- 
claring, as women had wifely aboliflied the vul- 
gar cuftom of domeftic employment, flie faw no 
reafon why their knowledge lliould be confined 
to the drefs of a head or the flounce of a petti- 
coat ; that government, in peace and war, was 
as miich their province as the other fex, nay 
more ; with regard to peace, very little was to 
be expc(5]:ed where women did not rule with abfo- 
lute fway ; in refpedt to war, flie infilled, at lead, 
upon an equivalent, and quoted the examples of 
many heroines, from the days of Boadicea, who 
headed her own armies, down to Hannah Snell, 
who ferved in the ranks ; flie appealed to her au- 
ditors if, notwithdanding their plumes, that af- 
fembly had not as warlike an appearance, as half 
the officers of the guards, and doubted not but 
they'd prove to have full .js much courage if ever 
put to their fhift. *' In hiltory and politics," con- 
tinued fhe, *' have not v/c a Maccauly P In bookt 



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©f entertainment, a Griffiths ? And in dramatic 
works, an author that, in the laft new comedy of 
Which is the Man ? difputes the bays with the ge- 
nius of Drury ? — Ladies, were it poffible to find 
a man that would difpute the eloquence of our 
tongues, I am fure he muft readily yield to the 
fuperior eloquence of our eyes." — The gallery 
cried, Bravo ! the ailembly joined in general 
plaudit ; and Mils Sufannah Crofs-Jlitch was chofeu 
ntm, com. perpetual Prefident. 

Before I put thefe heads on one fide, I fhall 
give a derivation of their title. — Moderator is de- 
rived from Mode, and fafhion, and rate, a tax, 
and in its compound fenfe implies, that Falhion 
advifed thefe two to lay their heads together, in 
order to take advantage of the paffion of the pub- 
lic, for out-of-the-way opinions, and out-of-the- 
way undertakings. This head feems to be of 

that order, that lliould inculcate the doflrine of 
eharlty, meehiefs, and benevolence ; but not finding his 
labours in the vineyard fufficiently rewarded, ac- 
cording to the value he fets upon himfeif, is now 
(like many of his function) an apoftate from grace 
to fadtion, and with a political pamphlet in his 
hand, inftead of a moral difcourfe, the pulpit is 
now become (as Hudihras expreffes it) a drum ec- 
clefiaftic, and volunteers are beat up for in that 
place, where nothing Jljould be thought of but 
profelytes to truth. 

Among the many heads that have played up- 
on the paffions of the public, this is one \_takes the 
head"] that did cut a capital figure in that way. 
This is the head of Jonas, or the card-playing 
conjuring Jew ; he could make matadores with 
the fnap of his fingers, command the four aces 



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teith a whlillej and get odd tricks — but there arc 
it great many people in London, befides this 
man, famous for playing odd tricks, and yet no 
conjurors neither. This man would have made 
a great figure in the law, as he is fo dexterous a, 
conveyancer. But the law is a pr»feiIion that 
does not want any jugglers. Nor do we need 
any longer to load our heads with the weight ot* 
learning, or pore for years over arts and fciences, 
when a few months pradice, with thefe pafteboard 
pages {^iakes the cards'] can make any man's for- 
tune, without his underftanding a fmgle letter of 
the alphabet, provided he can but flip the cards, 
fnap his lingers, and utter the unintelligible jar- 
gon of pre/lof pcijfa, l(irgOy mento^ . cocolorum, yaiv^ 
like this Jonas. — ^I'he moment he comes into 
company and takes up a pack of cards, he begins> 
** I am no common fleight of hand man ; the 
common fleight of hand men, they turn up 
the things up their fleeves, and make you believe 
their fingers deceive your eyes — Now, Sir, you 
fliall draw one card, two cards, three cards, four 
cards, five cards, half a dozen cards ; you look at 
the card at this fide, you look at the card at that 
fide, and I fay blow the blafl ; the blaft is blown, 
tlie card is flown, yaw, yaw ; and, now Sir, I will 
do it once more over again, to fee whether my 
fingers can more deceive your eyes ; L'll give any 
man ten thoufand pounds if he do the like — You 
l<)ok at the card on this fide, you look at th^ 
card on that fide, when I fay blow the blafl;, the 
blafl; is blown, the card is flown, yuw, yaw." But 
this conjuror at lengtli difcovering that moft 
pra(5litioners on cards, now-a-days, know as many 
tficks as himfelf, and iindii^g Idsjliights of hand 



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tarned to Httls or no account^ now pra^lifes oa 
notes of hand by dtfcouni, and is to be found everf 
mornfag at twelve in Duke's Place, up to his 
knuckles in dirt, and at two at the Bank-cofFee- 
houfe, up to his elbows in money, v/here thefe lo- 
cufts of Ibciety, over a difti of coffee and the book 
of intereft, fupply the temporary wants of neceffit- 
ous men, and are fure to out-wit 'em, had they 
even the cunning of a Fox. 

Here is the head of another fafhionable foreign* 
cr, [jhows the head']^ a very fimple m(achine ; for 
it goes upon one fprfng, felf intereft. This head 
maybe compared to a d'tfolle%eance ; for there is 
but one feat in it, and that is not the feat of un- 
derftanding : Yet it is wonderful hov/ much 
more rapidly this will move in the high road of 
preferment than one of your thinking, feeling, 
complex Englilh heads, in which honour, integri- 
ty, and reafon make luch a pother, that no ftep 
can be taken without confulting them. This 
head, if I may be allowed to fpeak with an Irilh; 
accent, wa« along time boafting o£ his feats ; but 
thelaft/f/^ he attsmpted proved his defeat, for ia 
fpringing too high he got fuck a fall as woukl" 
difgrace an Englifhman forever, and which none- 
buta foreigner's head could recover. 

Is it not a pity that foreigners ihould be ad- 
mitted familiarly into the houfes of the great, 
while Engliihmen, of real merit, fhall be thrufs. 
from their doors with contempt ? An in- 
ftance of which happened 'in the following pic- 
ture — {the piBure brought , and he goes before ?V. J 
Here is an opera dancer or fmger maintained by 
as in all the luxury of extravagance ; and in tha 
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back ground a maimed foldier and failor, who 
were afking alms, and thrown down by the info- 
lence of the opera finger's chairmen ; yet the fail- 
or loft his arm with the gallant Captain Pearforiy 
and the foldier left his leg on the plains of Min- 
den. Inftead of paying a guinea to fee a man 
ftand on one leg — would it not be better employed 
to be given to a man who had but one leg to Jland 
on ? But wliile thefe dear creatures condefccnd 
to come over here, to fmg to us for the trifling 
fum of fifteen hundred or two thoufand guineas 
yearly, In return for fuch their condefcenfion, we 
cannot do too much for them, and that is the rea- 
fon why we do fo little for our own people. This 
is the way we reward thofe who only bring folly 
into the country, and the other is the way, and 
the q?:ily way, with which we reward our deliver- 
ers. — \_The plBure taken off."] — Among the number 
of exotics calculated for this evening's entertain- 
ment, tlie head of an opera compofer, or burletta 
projedor, Ihould have been exhibited, could I have 
been lucky enough to hit upon any droll vifage 
for that exhibition ; but, after many experiments, 
I was at laft convinced, that no head for that re- 
prcfentation could be fo truly ridiculous as my 
own, if this alTembly do me the honour to accept 
it. [Takes up the m ufic frame and book.'] 

Suppofe me for once a burletta projedtor, 
Who attempts a mock mufical fcrapof a lc(5lure; 
.Suppofe this thing a Uarpfichord or fpinnet ; 
We mufl: fuppofe fo, or elfe there's nothing in it ; 
And thus 1 begin, tho' a ftranger to graces, 
Thofe deficlenccs muft befuppliedby grimace?. 
And the want of vrit, made up by making of faces. 

[ Changes 'ivigs and Jits dtiut. 



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Come, Carro, come attend afFetuofo, 

Engllili l)e dumb, your language is but fo fo ; 

Adagio is piano, allegro mud be forte, 

Go wafli my neck and Heeves, becaufe this fhirt is dirty; 

Mon charmant prenez guarda, 

Mind what your fignior begs, 

Ven you walli, don't fcrub fo harda, 

You may rub my fliirt to rags. 

ViJe you make the water hotter — 

Uno folo 1 compofe. 

Put in the pot the nice flieep's trotter, 

And de littel pettytocs ; 

De petty toes are little feet, 

De little feet not big. 

Great feet belong to de grunting hog, 

De petty toes to de little pig. 
Come, daughter dear, carilBma, animamea, 
Go boil the kittle, make me fome green tea a. 

Ma bella dolce fogno, 

Vid de tea, cream, and fugar bono, 

Andalittelllice 

Of bread and butter nice, 

A bravo bread, and butter, 

Braviflimo imo. 

END OF THE SECOND PART. 



THE THIRD PART. 

(Dlfc overs tivo Ladies on the Table.) 

In fplte of all thefneers, prints, and paragraphs 
that have been piibliihed, to render the ladies* 
head-drefles ridiculous, fure when fancy prompts 
a fine woman to lead the fafhion, how can any 
man be fo hottentottifh as to find fault with it ? 
4 hope, here, to be acquitted from any defign of 



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rendering the ladies ridiculous ; ail I aim at is 
to amufe. Here is a rich drefTed lady without 
elegance. — Here is an elegant drefled lady with- 
out riches ; for riches can no more give grace, 
than they can beget underftanding. A multi- 
plicity of ornaments may load the wearer, but 
can never didinguifh the gentlev/oman. — r Gives 
r)ff the delicate lady.'] — This is a reprefentation of 
thofe raifled ladies, whofe families have gained 
great fortunes by trade, begin to be afhamed of the 
indullry of their anceilors, and turn up their nofe 
at every thingmechanical, and call it w«/^z?r. They 
are continually thrufting themfelves among the no- 
bility, to have it faid, they keep quality company, 
and for that empty qualification expofe them- 
felves to all the tortures of ill treatment ; becaufe 
it is a frolic for perfons of rank to mortify fuch 
their imitators. — This \i vanity without honour, 
and dignity at fecond-hand, and jfhows that ladies 
may fo far entangle the line of beauty, by not 
having it properly unwound for them, till they 
are loft in a labyrinth of fafhionable intricacies. — 
[^ Gives the heads off". J'ales the head of Cleopatra.'] — 
Here is a real antique : this is the head of that 
famous demirep of antiquity, called Cleopatra : 
This is the way the ladies of antiquity ufed to 
drefs their heads in a morning. \_Gives the head 
off".] And this is the vi'ay the ladies at prefent 
drefs their heads in a morning [^tahes the head.] 
A lady in this drefs feems hooded like a hawk, 
w4th a blifter on each cheek, for the toothach. 
One would imagine this fafhion had been invent- 
ed by fomefurly duenna, or ill-natured guardian, 
on purpofe to prevent ladies turning to one fide 
or the other ; Tind that may be the reufon ^hy 



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now, every young gentlewoman choofes to look 
forward. As the world is round, every thing 
turns round along with it ; jno wonder there 
Ihould be fuch revolutions to ladies' head dref- 
fes : This was in fafliion two or three years paft, 
this is the falhion of laft year \jakes a head up"] and 
this the morning head-drefs [_takes the head'] of 
this prefent Anno Domini — thefe are the winkers, 
and thefe are the blinkers ; but as the foibles of 
the ladies ought to be treated with the utmoft 
delicacy, all we can fay of thefe three heads, thus 
hoodwinked, is, that they are emblems of the 
three Graces, who, thus muffled, have a mind to 
play at blind-man's buff together. 

[^Gives the hecrds off. 
We Ihall now exhibit the head of an old maid 
\takes ^he head ;~\ this is called antiquated virgini- 
ty, it is a period when elderly unmarried ladies 
are fuppofed to be bearing apes about in leading- 
ftrings, as a punilhment, becaufe when thofe el- 
derly unmarried ladies were young and beautiful, 
they made monkeys of mankind. Old maids 
are fuppofed to be ill natured and crabbed, as 
wine kept too long on the lees will turn to vine- 
gar. Not to be partial to either fex \_takes th,s 
head up,] as a companion to the old m,aid, here 
is the head of an old bachelor ; thefe old bache- 
lors are mere bullies, they are perpetually abuf- 
ing matrimony, without ever daring to accept of 
ihe challenge. Whenever they are in compa- 
ny they are ever exclaiming againft hen-pecked 
hufoands, faying, if they were married, their 
Wives fhould never go any where without afking 
their lord's and mafter's leave, and if they were 
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married, the children (hould never cry, nor tliC 
iervants commit a fault, they'd fet the houre to 
rights, they would do every thing ; but the lion- 
like talkers abroad, are mere baa-lambs at home, 
being generally dupes and {laves to fome terma- 
gant miil:refs, againft whofe imperioufnefs they 
dare not open their lips, but are frightened even 
if Ihe frowns. Old bachelors, in this, refemble 
your pretenders to atheifm, who make a mock in 
public of what in private they tremble at and 
fall down to. When they become fuperannuat- 
ed, they fet up for fuitors, they ogle through 
fpeftacles, and fmg love fongs to ladies with ca- 
tarrhs by way of fymphonies, and they addrefs a 
young lady with, <* Come, my dear, I'll put on 
my fpe<5tacles and pin your handkerchief for you ) 
I'll fmg you a love fong : 

''How can you lovely Nancy" &:c. 

[Laug/js aloud.'] 

How droll toliear the dotards aping youth, 
And talk of love's delights without a tooth ! 

[Gi'ves the heads of,] 

It is fpmething odd that ladies fliall have their 
charms all abroad in this manner — [^takes ihe head'] 
and the very next moment this fhall come foufe 
over their heads, like an extinguiflier, [^puUs the ca^ 
lajh o'ver.'] This is a hood in high tafte at the 
upper end of the town ; and this \jakes the head] 
a hood in high tafte at the lower end of the town : 
not more different arc thefe two heads in their 
dreffes, than they are in their manner o^ con- 
verfation : this makes ufe of a delicate dialect, it 
being tliought polite pronunciation to fay, in- 
ftead of can no{, ca'ant ; xnuft not, ma'ant ; fhall 



r 3t :i 

nxilijha'ant. This clipping of letters would be 
extremely detrimental to the current coin of con- 
verfation, did not thefe good dames make ample 
amends, by adding fupernumerary fyllables ; 
when they talk of breakfajles and toajiajfes, and run- 
ning their heads againft the pof.ejfesy to avoid the 
wild heafiejfes. Thefe female orators, brought up 
at tlie bar of Billingfgate, have a peculiar way of 
exprefling themfelves, whicli, however indelicate 
it may feem to more civilized ears, is exactly con- 
formable to the way of ancient oratory ; the dif- 
ference between ancient and modern oratory, 
confifts in faying fomething or nothing to the 
purpofe ; fome people talk without faying any 
thing ; fom.e people don't care what they fay ; 
fome married men would be glad tohaye nothing 
to fay to their wi-.^es ; and fome hulbands would 
be full as glad if their wives had not any thing to 
fay to them. l_Giv2s the heads off'.'] Ancient or- 
atory is the gift of juil perfuafion ; modern ora- 
tory th€ knack of putting nvords, not things, to- 
gether ; for fpeech-ihakers now are eftimated, 
not by the merit, but by "the length of their ha- 
rangues ; they ar« minuted as Vv'e do galloping 
horfes, and their goodnefs rated according as 
they hold outagainft time. For example, a gen- 
tleman lately coming into a coffee-houfe, and ex- 
preffing hinifelf highly pleafed v.'ith fome debates 
which he had j ait then heard; one of his ac- 
quaintance begged the favour he would tell the 
company what the debates were about. 

"About, Sir ? Yes^ Sir.— About; — wkat 

were they debating about ? Why they were about 

five hours long r" But what did they fiy, 

Sir ? *' Why one man faid every tiling ; he was up 



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two hours, three quarters, nineteen feconds, and 
iive-eighths, by my watch, which is the beft ftop- 
v/atch in England, fo if I don't know what he 
laid, who fhould ? For I had my eye upon my 

"Vv^atch all the time he was fpeaking."-- Which 

fide was he of ? " Which fide was he of ?-Whyhe 
was of my fide, I flood clofe by him all the 
time." 

Here are the bufts of two ancient laughing 
and crying philofophers, or orators. [Takes the 
iivo heads up .-] Thefe in their life time were 
heads of two powerful factions, called the Groan- 
ers and the Grinners, [holds one head in each hand ;^ 
this, Don Difmal's fa<^ion, is a reprefentation of 
that difcontented part of mankind, who are al- 
ways railing at the times, and the world, and the 
people of the world : This is a good natured fel- 
low, that made the beft of every thing, and this 
!Don Diimal would attack his brother — '* Oh 
brother ! brother ! brother ! what will this 
world come to ?" — " The fame place it fet out 
from this day twelvemonth." " When will the 
nation's debt be paid off:" " Will you pafs your 
word for it :""*' Thefe are very flippcry times — 
vei-y flippeiy." "They are always fo in frolty 

weather." " What's become of our liberty ? 

where fliall we find liberty :" " In Ireland to be 
iiire." " I cant bear to fee fiich times." 
" Shut your eyes then." 

[Gives the hauls offTj 

It may feem ftrange to thofe fpedtators [takes 
the head'] who are unacquainted with the leafons 
that induce ladies to appear in fuch caricatures, 
how that delicate fex can walk under tlie'weight 
■jf fuch euomicus hcud-covcrinp-s ; — but what 



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vill not Englifh hearts endure for the good o\ 
their country? And it is all for the good o^ 
their country the ladies wear uich appearances » 
for while mankind are fuch enenaies to Old Eng- 
land, as to run wool to France, our ladies, by 
making ufe of wool as part of their head-drers 
[^lets doavn the tail and takes cut the woe/], keep it at 
home and encourage th^ woollen manufatflcry. 
\_Tahes off the head. 

But as all our fafhions defcend to our inferiors, 
a fervant maid in the Peak cf Derbyfhire, hav- 
ing purchafed an old tete from a puppet fliow 
woman, and being st a lofs for fome of this 
\vool to ftuff out the curls with, fancied a wifp of 

hay might do. \_Tah^ the hmd^ — Here is a 

fervant-maid, with her new purchafed finery ; 
and here is her new-fafhioned iluiHng ; but be-, 
fore fhe had finiflied at her garret dreffing -table, 
a ring at the door called her down flairs to re- 
ceive a letter from the poft-boy ; turning back 
to go into the houfe again, the poft-boy's horfe, 
being hungry, laid hold -of the head-drefs, by 
way of forage. Never may the fair fex meet 
with a worfe misfortune ; but may the ladies, ak 
ways hereafter, preferve their heads in good or- 
der. Amen^ 

Horace, in defcribing a fine woman, makes ufe 
T'f two Latin words, which are fimplex munditiis. 
Now thefe words cannot be properly tranflated ; 
their beft interpretation is diat of a young female 
quaker [_takes the headj fuch is the eScG: of native 
neatnefs : here is no bundle of hair to fet her off, 
no jewels to a^lorn her, nor artificial complexion. 
Yet there is a -certain odium which fatire has 
dared to charge our Englilh ladies with, which 



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is plaiftering the features with white-wafti, or 
rubbing rouge or red, upon their faces \_gives the 
head off" ;~\ women of the town may lay on red, 
becaufe, like pirates, the dexterity of their pfo- 
fellion confifts in their engaging under falfe col- 
ours ; but for the delicate, the inculpable part of 
the fex to vermillion their foces, feems as if ladies 
would filh for lovers as men bait for mackerel, 
by hanging fomething red upon their hook ; or 
that they imagined men to be of the bull, or tur- 
key-cock kind, that would fly at any thing fear- 
let \_takes the head cff.'] But fuch practitioners 
fhould remember that their faces are the works 
of their Creator: — if bad, how dare they mend 
it : — if good, why mend it ; are they afhamed of 
his work, and proud of their own ? If any fuch 
there are, let 'em lay by the art, and blnfii not 
to appear that, he bluflies not to have made 
them. 

If any lady fhould be offended with the leftu- 
rer's daring to take fuch liberties with her fex, by 
way of atonement for that part of my behaviour 
which may appear culpable, I humbly beg leave 
to offer a noftrum, or recipe, to preferve the la- 
dies' faces in perpetual bloom, and defend beauty 
from all affaults of time ; and 1 dare venture to 
affirm, not all the paints, pomatums, or wafiies, 
can be of fo much fervice to make the ladies look 
lovely, as the application of this — {^JJoonvs the gir- 
dle of good teviper'] — let but the ladies wear this no- 
ble order, and they never will be angry with me ; 
this is the grand fecret of attraction, this is the 
girdle of Venus, which Juno borrowed to make 
lierlelf appear lovely to her hufband Jupiter ; and 
what is here humbly recommended to all marri- 



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ed folks of every denomination ; and to them 1 
appeal, whether hufband or wife, wife or hufband, 
do not alternately wiih each other would wear this 
girdle ? But here lies the miftake, while the huf- 
hand l^egs his wife, the wife ijijtjh upon the huf- 
band's putting it on ; in the contention the girdle 
drops down between 'em, and neither of them 
will condefcend to ftoop firft to take it up [_Iays 
down the girdle.^ Bear ^Xid. forbear, give 2iwd for- 
pve, are the four chariot wheels that carry Love 
to Heaven : Peace, Loivlinefs, Fervency and Tafle, 
are the four radiant horfes that draw it. Many 
people have been all their life time making this 
chariot, v/ithout ever being able to put one wheel 
to it, their horfes have moft of 'em got the fpring 
halt, aud that is the reafon why married people 
now-a-days walk a foot to the Elyfian Fields. 
Many a couple who live in fplendour think they 
keep the only carriage that can convey them to 
happinefs, but their vehicle is too often the pofi- 
coach of ruin ; the horfes that draw it, are Faulty , 
Infolence, Luxury, and Credit ; the footmen who 
ride behind it are, Pride, Lufl, Tyranny, and Op-' 
prejlon ; the fervants out of livery that wait at ta- 
ble, are Folly and Wantonnefs ; then Sicknefs and 
Death take away. Were ladies once to fee them- 
felves in an ill temper, I queftion if ever again 
they would choofe to appear in fuch a character. 

Here is a lady \_takes up the piBurej in her true 
tranquil ftate of mind, in that amiablenefs of dif- 
pofition, which makes foreigners declare, that an 
Enghfli lady, when fhe choofes to be in temper, 
and choofes to be herfelf, is the moft lovely figure 
in the univerfe ; and on the reverfe of this medal- 
lion k the fame lady, when (lie choofes not to be 



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in temper, and not to be herfelf [turns the pi Bare.'] 
This face is put on when fhe is dilappointed of her 
mafqiierade habit, when flie has loft c\ fans prendre^ 
when her lap-dog's foot is trod, upon, or when 
her hufband has dared to contradict her. Some 
married ladies may have great caufe of complaint 
againfl: tlieir hufbands' irregularities, but is this a 
face to make thofe hufbands better ? — Surely no 
— 'tis only by fuch looks as thefe — \jurns the pic* 
ture~\ they are to be won, and may the ladies here* 
after only wear fuch looks, and may this never 
more be known — [turns thep:8ure'\ only as a pic- 
ture taken out of JEfop\s, tables.. [^Gives off tl!» 
piidure.'\ 

May each m-arried lady prefcrve her good man. 
And young ones get good ones asfaft as they can. 

It is very remarkable there lliould be fuch a 
plentiful harved of courtlliip before marriage, 
and generally fuch a fiimine afterwards. 

Courtfnip is a fine bowling-green turf, all gallop- 
ing round and fweet-hearting, a fun-lhine holiday 
in fummer time. But when once through matri- 
mony's turnpike, the weather becomes wintry, 
and fome hu (bands are feized with a cold aguifh 
fit, to which the ficulty has, given this name 
[fio zvs the girdle ofitidiffcrence'}. Courtiliip is Mat- 
rimony's running footman, but feldom ftays to fee 
the (locking thrown ; it is too often carried away 
by the two grand prefervatlves of matrimonial 
friendihip, delicacy and gratitude. There is alfo 
another dillempcr very mortal to the honey moon, 
'tis what the ladies fometimes are feized with, and. 
the college of phyficians call it- by this titk, 
[^Jhoivs the girdle cf the fullens.~\ This dillemper 
generally arifes from fome ill conditioned fpeech, 



\ 



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with which the lady has been hurt j who then 
leaning on her elbow upon the breakfaft table, 
her cheek refting upon the palm of her hand, her 
eyes fixed earneftly upon the fire, her feet beating 
tattoo time : the hufband in the mean time biting 
his lips, pulling down his ruffles, damping about 
the room, and looking at his lady like the d — ^1. 
At lafi: he abruptly demands of her, 

" What's the matter with you, madam V* 

The lady mildly replies, 

« Nothing." 

" What 'is it you do mean, madam ?" 

" Nothing." 

*' What would you make me, madam ?" 

** Nothing," 

" What is it I have done to you, madam r'' 

*' O — h — nothing." 
And this quarrel arofe as they fat at breakfaft : 
the lady very innocently obferved, " She believed 
the tea was made with the Thames water." The 
hufband, in mere contradidion, infifted upon it, 
that the tea-kettle was filled out of the New Riv- 
er. 

From a fcene of matrimonial tumult, here is 
one of matrimonial tranquillity. \_Matnmomal 
picture brought on i and you go^ for-ivard.~\ Here is 
an after-dinner wedlock tcte-a-tets, a mere matri- 
monial vis a vis ; the hufband in a yawning ftate 
of diffipation, and the lady in almoft'the fame 
drowfy attitude, called, A nothing-to-doillniefs» 
If an unexpected vifitor fliould happen to break 
in upon their folitude, the lady, in her apology, 
declares, that " Ihe is horridly chagrined, and 
moil immxenfely out of countenance, to be caught 



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in fuch a dlfhabllle j but, upon honour, fhe did 
not mind how her clothes were huddled on, not 
expecting any company, there being nobody at 
home, hut her hufband." 

The gentleman, he (hakes his gueft by the 
hand, and fays, " I am heartily glad to fee you, 
Jack ; I don't know how it was, I was almoft 
afleep ; for as there was nobody at home hut my 
wife, I did not know what to do with myfelf," 

END OF THE THIRD PART* 



THE FOURTH PART. 

W E fhall now confider the law, as our laws 
are very confiderable, both in bulk and number, 
according as the ftatutes declare ; conf.derandiy 
confulerandoy confider andum ; and are not to be med- 
dled with by thofe that don^t underftand 'em. 
Law always expreffing itfelf with true grammat- 
ical precifion, never confounding moods, cafes, 
or genders, except indeed when a 'woman happens 
to be ilain, then the verdidt is always brought in 
man flanghter. The elfenceof thelawis altercation, 
for the law can altcrcate>fulminate, deprecate, irri- 
tate, and go on at any rate; — now thequintefcence 
of the law has, according to its name, five parts. 
The firft, is the heginning^ or infipiendum ; the. fe- 
cond, the uncertainty or dnb'itendum ; the third, 
delay or puzz/iendum ; fourthly, replication without 
endum ; and, fifthly, monjirum Iff horrendum. 
All which v/ere exemplified in the following 



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cafes, Dan'tei again ft Difl:cIouf Daniel wa.^ 

groom in the fame family wherein Diiliclout was 
cookmaid, and Daniel returning home one day- 
fuddled, he ftcoped down to take a lop out of the 
dripping-pan ; which fpoilcd his clothes, and he 
was advifed to bring his a(5Lion againft the cook- 
maid ; the pleadings of which were .as folio^v. 
The fir ft perlbn who fpoke was IVIr. Searjeant 
Snuifle. He began, faying, " Since I have the 
honour to be pitched upon to open this caufe to 
your Lordlliip, I fliall not impertinently prefume 
to take up any of your Lprdfhip's time by a 
round-about, circumlocutory manner of fpeaking 
or talking quite foreign to the purpofe, and not 
any ways relating to the matter in hand ; I (hall, 
I will, I defign to Ihow what damages my client 
has fuftained hereupon, whereupon, and thereup- 
on. Now, my Lord, my client being a fervant 
in the fame family with Difhclout, and not being 
at^board-wages, imagined he had a right to the 
fee-fimple of the dripping-pan, therefore he 
made an attachment on tlie fop with his right 
hand, which Uie defendant replevied with her 
left, tripp'd us up, and tumbled us into the drip- 
ping-pan. Now, in BroughtorJs reports, Slack vt-r- 
Jus Sma/l'woodj it is ia'id, tlv<\t primus J^rohisjtfir jo/:- 
tis, ahfolutus eji provoktis ; now, who gave the pr'i- 
mis JhvKus ? who gave tlie firft offence ? Why 
the cook ; flie brought the dripping-pan there ; 
for, my Lord, though we will allow, if we had 
not been there, we could not have been thrown 
down there ; yet, my Lord, if the dripping-pau 
had not been there, for us to have tumbled down 
iiito, we could not have tumbled upon the drip- 



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ping-pan.'* The next counfel on the fame fide 
began with, " My Lord, he who makes ufe of 
many words, to no purpofe, has not much to fay 
for himfelf, therefore I lliall come to the point at 
once, at once and immediately I ftiall come to 
the point. My client was in liquor, the liquor 
in him having ferved an ejei5lment upon his un- 
derftanding, common fenfe was non-fuited, and 
he was a man befides himfelf, as Dr. Biblihus de- 
clares, in his Diflertation upon Bumpers, in the 
139th folio volume of the Abridgment of the 
Statutes, page 1286, he fays, that a drunken man 
is homo diipl'icansi or a double man. Not only be- 
caufe he fees things double, but alfo becaufe he 
is not as htjloould be^ profedo ipfe he, but is as he 
JJooiild not be, defe^lo t'lpfe he." 

The counfel on the other fide rofe up graceful- 
ly, playing with his ruffles prettily, and' tofling 
the tyes of his wig emphatically. He began with, 
*' My Lord, and you gentlemen of the jury, I 
humbly do conceive, I have the authority to de- 
clare, that I am counfel in this cafe for the de- 
fendant ; therefore, my Lord, I fhall not flourifh 
away in words ; words are no more than filla- 
gree works. Some people may think 'em an em- 
bellifhment, but to them it is a matter of aftonilh- 
ment, how any one can be fo impertinent to the 
detriment of all rudiment. But, my Lord, this is 
not to be looked at through the medium of right 
and wrong ; for the law knows no medium, and 
right and wrong are but its fhadows. Now, in 
the firfl placfe, they have called a kitchen my cli- 
ent's premifes : now, a kitchen is nobody's prem- 
ifes J a kitchen is not a ware-houfe, nor a walh- 



[41] 

houfe, a bre\'v-houfe, nor a. bake-houfe, an inn- 
houfe, ilor an out-houfe, nor a dwelliiig-houfe ; 
no, my Lord, 'tis abfolutely and bvna fdc neither 
more nor lefs than a kitchen, or, as the law more 
claffically expreiFes, a kitchen is, camera nccejfaria 
pro iijus cookare ; cum fauce-pann'ujJietv-panmSifcu!' 
lero, drejfero, coal-bolo,Jiov}s,fmoah-jackoy pro roaji- 
anditm, bolla7idumy fryandum, et plum-piidd'ing mixau" 
dum, pro turtle Joubos^ caliies^ -headhajlnhus^ cum calipee 
€t calipcifjj'ibus, 

" But we iliall not avail ourfelves of an alibis 
but admit of the exiftence of a cookmaid ; now, 
my Lord, we fkall take It upon a neijj 
ground, and beg a new trial ; for as they have 
curtailed our name, from plain Mary into 
Moll, I hope the court will not allow of this ; for 
if they were to allow of miftakes, what would the 
law do ? for when the law don't find miilakes, it 
is the bufinefs of the law to make them." There- 
fore the court allowed them the liberty of a new 
trial ; for the law is our liberty, and it is happy 
for us we have the liberty to go to law. 

By all the laws of laughing, every man is at 
liberty to play the fool with himfelf ; but fome 
people, fearful it would take from their confe- 
quence, choofe to do it by proxy -, hence came 
the appearance of keeping fools in great families, 
{^takes the head~\ thus are they drelfed, and {how 
by this party-coloured garment, they are related 
to all the wife families in the kingdom. This is 
a fool's cap, 'tis put upon Nobody's head, No- 
body's face is'without features, becaufe we could 
not put Anybody's face upon Nobody's head. 
This is the head of Somebody, [takes the head'] it 

D 2 



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has two faces, for Somebedy is fuppofed to carry 
two faces, one of thefe faces is handfome, the 
other rather ill-favoured ; the handfome face is 
exhibited as a hint to that part of mankind who 
are always whifpering among their acquaintance, 
how w^ell they are with Somebody, and that Some- 
body is a very fine woman. One of thofe boaft- 
ers of beauty, one night at a tavern, relating his 
amazing amours, the toaft-mafter called him to 
order, and a gentleman in a frolic, inftead of 
naming any living lady for his toaft, gave the 
Greek name of the tragic mufe Melpomene ; up- 
on which this boailer of beauty, the moment he 
heard the w^ord Melpomene, addrelfes the toaft- 
mailer, " Oh ! ho ! Mr. Toaft-mafter, you are go- 
ing a round of demireps — Ay, ay, Moll Pomene^ I 
remember her very well, Ihe was a very fine girl, 
and fo was. her fifter Bd Pomene, I had 'em both 
at a certain houfe, you know w'here." Can we 
help fmiling at the partiality of the prefent times ; 
that a man fnould be tranfported if he fnares a 
■hare^ or nets a partridge, and yet there is no pun- 
ifiim.ent for thofe luhlfperers away of ladies' repu- 
tation ? But ill tongues w^ould fall hurtlefs, were 
there no believers to give them credit, as robbers 
could not continue to pilfer were there no receiv- 
ers of ftolen goods. Here is the head \_takesit'\ 
of Anybody, witli his eyes clofcd, his moutii 
Ihut, and his ears ftopped, and this is exhibited as 
an emblem of wifdom ; and Anybody may be- 
come wife, if they will not fpy into the faults of 
others, tell tales of others, nor liften to the tales 
of others, but mind their own bufinefs and be 
fiitisfied. Here h the head [^(akis it'] of Every- 



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feody, [_iunis the head round'] ; this is to fKow how 
people dread popular clamour, ©r what all the 
world will fay, or what every body will fay ; 
iiay, there is not a poor country wench, when 
her young mailer the 'fquire attempts to de- 
lude her, but what immediately replies to him, 
'* Lord !— your honour ! — What will the world 
fay ?" And this, ivhat luill the nvorld fay, is 
what every body is anxious after, although it is 
hardly w^orth any body's v/hile to trouble their 
heads with the world's fayings. 

Thefe four heads of Nobody, Everybody, Some- 
tody and Anybody, form a fifth hea.'^ called a Bufy- 
body ; the bufybody is always anxious after fome^ 
thing about fomebodyj he'll keep company with 
anybody to find out everybody\9 bufinefs, and is on- 
ly at a lofs when this head ftops his purfuit, and 
nobody will give him an anfwer. It is from thefe 
four heads the fib of each day is fabricated : Suf- 
picion begets the morning whifper, the goffip^f- 
fort circulates it as fecret, nulde-mouth' d Wonder 
gives Credulity credit for it, and Self-intereft 
authenticates, that, as anybody may be fet to work 
hj fomebody, everybody's alarmed at it, and at laft, 
there is nobody knows any thing at all of the mat- 
ter. From thefe four heads people purchafe 
lottery-tickets, although calculation demonftrates 
the odds are fo much againft them ; but hope flat- 
ters them, fancy makes them believe, and expeBa- 
t'lon obferves, that the twenty thoufand pounds 
prizes muft come to fomebody, [gives the head ojf,~\ 
and as anybody may have them [gives the head off','] 
and nobody knows who [gives the head off,] every- 
body buys lottery tickets. [Gives the head of.] 

Moil difficult it is for any fmgie ip-eaksr long 



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to preferve the attention of his auditors : nay, he 
could not continue fpeaking, confcious of that 
difficulty, did he not depend greatly on the hu- 
manity of his hearers. Yet it is not Jlattery 
prompts the le(5lurer to this addrefs ; for, tofhow 
in how odious a light he holds flattery, he here 
expofes the head of flattery. \_Tal'es the head.'] 
This Being called Flattery was hegat upon Pover- 
ty by Wtt ; and that is the reafon why poor wits 
are always the greateft flatterers. The ancients 
had feveral days they called lucky and unlucky 
ones ; they were marked as white and black days; 
thus is the face of Flattery, diitinguiflied ; to the 
lucky Ihe Ihows her white, or fhining profile ; to 
the unlucky Ihe is always in eclipfe ; but on the 
leaft appearance of Calamity, immediately Flat- 
tery changes into reproach \_opens the head.] Ho\y 
eafy the tranfition is from flattery into reproach ; 
the moral of which is, tliat it is a reproach to our 
underftandings to fuffer flattery. — But fome peo- 
ple are fo fond of that incenfe, that they greedily 
accept it, though they defpife the hand that of- 
fers it, without confidcring the receiver is as bad 
as the thief. As every head here is intended to 
convey fome moral, the moral of this head is as 
follows : this head was the occafion of the firft 
duel that ever was fought, it then {landing on a 
pillar, in the centre, where four roads met. Two 
knight-errants, one from the north, and one from 
the fouth, arrived at the pillar, at the fame in- 
fl:ant, whereon this head was placed ; one of the 
knight-errants, who only law this fide of the head, 
called out, " It was a fliame to truft a filver head 
by the road fide/' " A fdver head," replied the 



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Icnight who only faw this fide of the head, " it's 
a black head." Flat contradidion produced fa- 
tal demonftration : their fwords flew out, and 
they hacked and hewed one another fo long, that 
at laft, fainting with lofs of blood, they fell on the 
ground ; then, lifting up their eyes, they difcov- 
ered their miflake concerning this image. A 
venerable hermit coming by, bound up their 
wounds, placed them on horfeback, and gave 
them this piece of advice, That they never here- 
after fhould engage in any parties, or take part in 
any difpute, without having previoufly examined 
botli fides of the queftion. 

We fhall now conclude this part of the le<5lurc 
with four national charaflers ; * 

Here is the head of a Frenchman X^Jhonvs the 
head,'} all levity and lightnefs, fmging and caper- 
ing from morning till night, as if he looked upon 
life to be but a long dance, and liberty and law 
but a jig. Yet Monfieur talks in high ftrains of 
the law, though he lives in a country that knows 
no law but the caprice of an abfolute monarch. 
Has he property ? An edi<ft from the Grand Man- 
arch can take it, and the flave is fatisfied. Pur- 
fue him to the Bafiile, or the difmal dungeon in 
the country to which a Lettre de catchst conveys 
him, and buries the wretch for life ; there fee 
him in all his mifery ; — a& him " What is the 
caufe V* « Je ne fgai pas, it is the will of de. 
Grand Monarch." Give him 2i.foup maigre, a lit- 
tle fallad, and a hind quarter of a fro^g, and he's 
in high fpirits— i^^7, lal, lal, vive k roy, vive la 
bagattelle. He is now the declared enemy of 
Great-Britain j aik him, " Why, h^s England 



[ 46 3 

done your country any injury ?" " Oh, no.'^ 
" What then is your caufe of quarrel ?" " Eng- 
land, Sir, not give de liberty to de fubjedt. She 
v;ill have de tax upon de tea ; but, by gar, fir, de 
Grand Monarch have fend out de fleet and de ar- 
my to ehaftife de Englifh, and ven de American 
are free — de Grand Monarch he tax de American 
himfelf,'' " But, Monfieur, is France . able to 
cope v/ith England on herovi^n element, the fea •?'* 
** Oh pourquais non P Why not." Here is the 
head of a Britifh Tar [^JLotus the /jcaJJ -dndwhWc 
England can man her navy with thoufands of his 
fpirits, Monfieur's threats are in vain : here is a 
man who defpifes danger, wounds and death ; he 
lights with the fpirit of a lion, and as if, like a fal- 
amander, his element was fire, gets freili courage 
as the adion grows hotter ; he knows no difgrace 
like ftriking to the French flag ; no reward for 
paft fervices fo ample as a wooden leg, and no 
retreat fo honourable as Greenwich-hofpital : 
contrail his behaviour with -that of a French fail- 
or, who mud have a drawn fv/ord over his head 
to make him (land to his gun, who runs trembling * 
to the priefl for an abfoliition — '* Ah, mon bon 
pere, avcz pitie de moi !" when he Ihould look 
death in the face like a man. — This brave tarfaw 
the gallant Farmer fcatcd on his anchor, his fliip 
in a blaze, his eye fixed on the wide expanfc of 
tJie waters round him,fcorning tollirink, waiting 
with the calm firmnefs of a hero for the moment 
when he was to die glorioufly in the fcrvice of 
his country. 

Here is the head of a Spaniard [_/Jjo<zvs the heaclQ 
but lirft I had better remove the Frenchman, for 



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fear of a quarrel between the two allies. Now 
he has no diilike to England, he wiihes, as Spain 
ever did, for peace with England, and war with 
all the world ; he remembers the latter end of 
the laft war. — The Britiih fleets thundering in 
their ports, and the whole nation abhorring the 
French for the calamities brought upon them by 
an intriguing Italian cabinet. He was taken 
prifoner by the gallant Sir George Rodney, and 
the only favour he afked upon coming to Eng- 
land was, not to be imprifoned with a Frenchman 
— detefting all connexion with that fuperficial, 
dancing, treacherous people. The Frenchman, 
vain and fanguine to the laft, encourages his ally 
to perfevere. — Attendre, attendre, mon cher ami — 
" Wait my good friend, we Ihall get the game 
yet." — " Certainly," replies the grave Don, " for 
we get all the rubbers." But whilft thefe two 
are mourning over their lofTes by the war, here 
comes another to complete the proceffion of mad- 
nefs and folly. This is the head ^jhoius it'] of 
Mynheer Van Neverfelt Large Breecho Love 
Cabbeecho Dutch Doggero, a great merchant at 
Rotterdam, who had amaffed an immenfe fortune 
by fupplying the enemies of Great Britain with 
hemp, and who, if he had his deferts, fhould die 
as he lived by it. — He confiders treaties as mere 
court promifes, and thefe, in the vulgar accepta- 
tion of a pye cruft, whenever they cover any ad- 
vantage, it is but breaking 'em, and down with 
friendfhip and honour in a bite. He looks upon 
intereft to be the true law of nature, and princi- 
ple a hnking fund, in which no Dutchman fhould 
be concerned. — He looks upon money to be the 



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greateft good upon earth ; and a pickled herring 
the greatell dainty. If you would aik him what 
wifdom is, he'll anfwer jonjlock. — If you alk him 
what benevolence is, he'll rei>\jJiod : and fhould 
you inquire who made him, he fhould {ajfjioci, 
ioxjlock is the only deity he bows down to. If 
you w©uld judge of his wit his whole ^ori lies in 
a pipe of tobacco : and if you would judge of his 
converfation, a bull and a bear are his Jlock com- 
panions. His condudl to all men and all nations 
is mail ftrikifigly tipytied by Hogarth's Paul be- 
fore Felix, in true Dutch guilo, where the guar- 
dian angel Confcience has fallen afleep, which Ava- 
rice, in the Ihape of the Devil, taking advantage of, 
faws afunder the legs of the ftool upon which the 
apoftle is exhibited itanding. But the vengeance 
of Britain's infulted genius has overtaken him, in 
the eaft and in the weft, and Holland has receiv- 
ed blows, for her breach of compads, fhe will re- 
memb'er as long as her dykes defend her from the 
encroachment of the ocean. 

WHEN men h2Xt eminently diftinguifhed 
themfelves in arts or arms, their characters fhould 
be held up to the public with every mark of hon- 
our, to infpire the young candidate for fame 
with a generous emulation. — There is a noble en- 
thufiafm in great minds, which not only inclines 
them to behold illuftrious adions with wonder and 
delight, but kindles alfo a defire of attaining the 
fame degree of excellence. The Romans, who 
well knew this principle inhuman nature, decreed 
triumphs to their generals — erected obelifks and 
ftatues in commemoration of their vidories : and. 



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to this day, the cabinet of the antiquarian pre- 
ferves records of the vi<ftories of a Germanicus, 
the generofity of a Titus, or the peaceful virtues 
cf an Antoninus. Why then Ihould not England 
adopt the practice of the Romans, a people who 
reached the higheft pinnacle of military glory ? 
It is true, that fome of our great generals have 
marble monuments in Weftminfter Abbey ; but 
why fhould not the living enjoy the full inherit- 
ance of their laurels ? If tliey deferve to have 
their victories proclaimed to the world by the 
voice of Fame, let it be when men are fenfible to 
the fweetnefs of her trumpet ; for Ihe will then 
found like an angel in their ears. 

Here is the head of a BrU'i/lo Hero ; a title fel- 
dom conferred, and as feldom merited, till the 
ardent valour of the youthful warrior is ripened 
into the wifdom and cool intrepidity of the veter- 
an. He entered the fervice, with the principles 
of a foldier and a patriot, the love of fame and 
the love of his country. His mind a6tive and vig- 
orous — burning with the thirft of honour — flew 
to pofts of danger with a rapidity which gave 
ten-fold value to his military exertions, and ren- 
dered his cnfets terrible as refiftlefs. No expedi- 
tion appeared to him either difficult or impracti- 
cable that was to be undertaken for the good of 
the caufe he had embarked in. Fortune too 
feemed enamoured of his valour, for fhe preferv- 
ed his life in above a hundred and thirty anions ; 
and though he cannot ftretch out an arm with- 
out fliowing an honourable teftimony of the dan- 
gers to which he was expofed, he has ftill a hand 
left to wield a fv/ord for the fervice of his counr* 



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trj. As he is yet in the prime of youth, there is 
nothing too great to be expecled from him. — He 
refembles the immortal Wolfe in his Jire and 
fame. And oh ! for the good of old England, 
that Wolfe in his fortunes refembled 

END OF THE FOURTH PART. 



Wi 



THE FIFTH PART. 



E fliall now return to the law, for our lairs 
are full of returns, and we fliall fliow a compen- 
dium of law — \jali€s the nv'ig\ — Parts of pra^ice 
in the twift of the tail. — The depth of a fidl bot- 
tom denotes the length of a chancery fuit, and 
the black coif behind, like a bli tiering plaifter, 
feems to fhow us that law is a great irritator, and 
only to be ufed in cafes of neceffity. 

We lliall now beg leave to change the fafluoa 
of the hcaddrefs, for, like a poor perlv/ig maker, 
I am obliged to mount feveral patterns on the 
fame block. 

[Puts en the ivlgy and taJces the nofegaj,'\ 

Law is — law, — Law is law, and as in fuch and 
fo forth, and hereby, and aforefald, provided al- 
ways, neverthelefs, notwithftanding. Law is like 
a country dance, people are led up and down ia 
it till they are tired. — Law is like a book cTfur- 
gery, there are a great many terrible cafes in it. 
It is alfo like phyfic, they that take leaft of it are 
bed: off. Law is like a homely gentlewonian, very 
well to follow* Law is like a fcolding wife, very 



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bad when it follows us. Law is like a new fafh- 
ion, people are bewitched to get into it ; it is alio 
like bad weather, moll people are glad when 
tliey get out of it. 

We fiiall now mention a canfe called " BitUum 
veriiis Boatum ;" it was a caufe that came before 
me. The caufe was as follows. 

There were two farmers, farmer A, and far- 
mer B. Farmer A v/as feized or po/Tefs'd of a 
ferry boat. Now the owner of the ferry boat, 
having made his boat faft to a poft on fliore, with 
a piece of hay twifted rope falhion, or as we fay, 
•milgo vocaia, a hay band. After he had made 
his boat faft to a poft on lliore, as it was very na- 
tural for a hungry man to do, he went up town 
to dinner ; farmer B's bull, as it was very natural 
for a hungry bull to do, came doivn toivn to look 
for dinner ; and the bull obferving, difcerning, 
feeing, and fpying out, fome turnips in the bot- 
tom of the ferry-boat, the bull fcrambled into the 
ferry boat — ^he eat up the turnips, and to make an 
end of his meal, he fell to work upon the hay- 
band : the boat being eat from its moorings, 
fioated down the river, with the bull in it : it 
Itruck againft a rock — beat a hole in the bottom 
of the boat, and toffed the bull overboard : where- 
upon the owner of the bull brought his action a- 
gainft the boat, for running awa]' with the bull : 
Bie owner of the boat brought his action againft: 
the bull for running avv^ay with the boat. And 
thus notice of trial vv-as given Bidlum vsrjtis BoaU 
mn, Boatum verjus Bullum. Nov^?• the counfel for 
the bull began with faying, " My Lord, and you, 
gentlemen of the jury, we are counfel in this caufe 



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for tlie bull. — We are indided for running away 
with the boat. Now, my Lord, we have heard 
of running horfes, but never of running bulls be- 
fore. Now, my Lord, the bull could no more 
run away with the boat, than a man in a coach 
may be laid to run away with the horfes ; there- 
fore, my Lord, how can we punifh what is not 
puniiliable ? How can we eat what is not eatable ? 
Or how can we drink what is not drinkable ? Or, 
as tlie law fays, how can we think on what is not 
thinkable ? Therefore, my Lord, as we are coun- 
fel in this caufe for the bull, if the jury fhpuld 
bring the bull in guilty, the jury would be guilty 
of a bull." 

The counfel for the boat obferved, that the 
bull fliould be non-fuited, becaufe in his declara- 
tion, he had not fpecified what colour he was ; 
for thus wifely and thus learnedly fpoke the coun- 
fel, — " My Lord, if the bull was of no colour, he 
xnuft be of fome colour ; and if he was not of any 
colour, what colour could the bull be ?" I over- 
ruled this motion myfelf, by obf«trving the bull 
was a white bull, and that white is no colour : 
befides, as I told my brethren, they fliould not 
trouble their heads to talk of colour in the law, for 
the law can colour any thing. This caufe being 
afterv/ards left to a reference, upon the award, 
both bull and boat were acquitted, it being 
proved that the tide of the river carried them both 
away, upon which I gave it, as my opinion, that 
as the tide of the river carried both bull and boat 
away, both bull and boat had a good adion a- 
gain ft the water bailiff. 

My opinion being taken, tn adion \taj iffued, 



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and, upon the traverfe, this point of law aro/e, 
how, wherefore, and whether, why, when, and 
what, whatfoever, whereas, and whereby, as the 
boat was not a compos mentis evidence, how could 
an oath be adminiftered ? The point was foon fet- 
tled by Boatum's attorney declaring, that for his 
client he would fwear any thing. 

The water-bailiif's charter was then read, tak- 
ea out of the original record in true law Latin, 
which fet forth in their declaration that they were 
carried away either 'by the tide of flood or the 
tide of ebb, the charter of the water bailiff was as 
follows : ^qua hailiji eji magijiratus in ehotJi,fapor 
om7iihus^jifaihus, qui habauruiit jinnos et fcolos^ claws ^ 
Jhclls, et taloSf qui favimmare in freJJjibus, vel faltibus 
ri-verisy Iakos,po7idis, canaiihus, et rujell boats ^ Jive oyfr- 
tcri^ prazvni, 'w/3iti?ii,Jhrin:pi, turbutus fohis ; that is, 
not tnrhuts alone^ but lurbiUs an-d foals both togeth- 
er. But now comes the nicety of the law ; the 
Iiw is as nice as a new laid t%%t and not to be uur 
derilood by addleheaded people. Bulluni and 
Eoaturn mentioned both e'gb and flood to avoid 
quibbling ; but it being proved, that they were 
carried away neither by the tide of flood, nor by 
the tide of ebb, but exadly upon the top of high 
Vi'ater, they were nonfuited ; but fuch was the 
lenity of the court, upon their paying all cofts, 
they were allowed to begin again de novo. 

This is one of thofe m.any thoufand heads \_tales 
the head^ who fwarm in and about London, whofe 
times and minds are divided between the affairs 
cf ftate, and the affiirs of a kitchen ; he was anx- 
ious after venifon and politics ; he believed every 
cock v-j be a great geruus, and to know how t© 
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dfefs a turtle comprehended all the arts and fci- 
ences together. He was always hunting after 
newipapers, to read about battles, and imagined 
foldiers and fkilors were only made to be knocked 
on the head, that he might read an account of 
it in the papers : he read every political pam- 
phlet that was publiflied on both fides of the quef- 
tion, and was always on his fide whom he read 
laft. And then he'd come home in a good or ill 
temper, and call for his night-cap, and pipes and 
tobacco, and fend for fome neighbours to fit with 
him, and talk politics together. — [Pm/j on a cap, 

and takes the pipes andjits doivn.~\ " How do you 

do Mr. Coftive ? Sit down, fit down ; ay, thefe 
times are hard times ; I can no more relifh thefe 
times, than I can a haunch of venifon without 
fweet fauce to it ; but, if you remember, I told 
you we fhould have warm work of it, when the 
cook threw down the Kian pepper. Ay, ay ; I 
think I knov/ a thing or two ; I think I do, that's 

all. But Lord what fignifies what one knows, 

they don't mind me 1 You know I mentioned at 
our club the didurbances In America, and one of 
the company took me up and faid, " What figni- 
fies America, when we are all in a merry cue ?'* 
So they all fell a laughing. — Now there's Com- 
mons made Lords, and there's Lords made the 
Lord knows what ; but that's nothing to us ; 
they make us pay our taxes ; they take care of 
that ; ay, ay, ay, they are furc of that ; pray, 
what have they done for thefe twenty years laft 
paft ? — Why, nothing at all ; they have made a 
few turnpike roads, and kept the partridges alive 
till September ; that's all they have done for the 



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good of their country. There were ^Dme great 
people formerly, that lov'd their country ; that 
did every thing for the good of their country ; 
there were your Alexander the Greats lov'd his 
country, and Julius Csefar lov'd his country, and 
Charles of Sweedland lov'd his country, and Queen 
Semiramis, fhe lov'd her country more than any 
of 'em ; for fhe invented folornon-gundy ; that's 
the bed eating in the whole world. Now I'll 
lliow you my prlan of operations, Mr. Coftive ; 
vre'll fuppofe this drop -of punch here to be the 
main ocean, or the fea ; very well — thefe pieces 
of cork to be our men of v/ar ; very well — now 
where ihall I rife my fortifications ? I vv^ifh I had 
Mr. Major Moncrieif here ; he's the beft in the 
world at riling a fortification. — Oh ! I" have it, 
l_bireah the plpts~\ ; w?'ll fuppofe them to be all the 
drong fortified places in the whole v/orld ; fuch 
as Fort Omai, Tilibury Fort, Birgin op zoom, 
and Tower Ditch, and all the other fortified pla- 
ces all over the World. Now, I'd have all our 
horfe-cavalry wear cork waiflcoats, and all our 
fooL infantry fhould wear air jackets. Then, Sir, 
they'd crofs the fea before you could fay Jack 
Robinfon ; and where do you think they fhould 
land, Mr. Coftive ; whifper me that ? Ha ! — . 
"What — When?- — How? — You don't know — How 
fhould you ? — Was you ever in Germany or Bo- 
hemia ! — Now, I have ; I underiland jography ; 
now they fhould land in America, under the line, 
clofe to the fouth pole ; there they fhould land 
every mother's babe of 'em : then there's the 
Catabaws, and there's the Catawawes ; there's 
the Cherokees, and there'c the ruff's and ress ? 



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they are the four great nations ; then I takes my 
Catabaws all acrofs the conthient, from Jamaica 
to Bengal : then they fhould go to the Mediter- 
ranean. — You know where the Mediterranean is ? 
— No, you know nothing ; PIl tell you ; the 
Mediterranean is the Metropolis of Conftantino- 
pie ; then I'd fend a fleet to blockade Paris till 
the French King had given up Paul Jones ; then 
I'd fend for Genr'l Clinton and Colonel Tarkton, 
and — Where was I Mr. Collive ? with Colonel 
y^r/f/o/z.^-Thank ye— fo I was ; but you are fo 
dull, Mr. Coftive, you put me out. — Now, I'll 
explain the whole affair to you ; you fhan't mifs a 
word of it : — Now, there is the king of Pruflia, 
and the Emprefs of Ruffia ; the Nabob of Arcot, 
and the King of the Hottentots, lire all iii the 
Proteftant Intereft ; they make a diverfion upon 
all the Cham of Tartary's back fettlements : then 
Sir Guy Carleton comes with a circumbendibus^ 
and retakes all the iflands ; Rhode Illand and all ; 
and takes 'em here, and //:'«v, and there and here, 
and everywhere ,'-T-th.'^vQ is the \\'hole affair ex- 
plained at once to you." 

This is the head of a proud man ; all heads in 
that predicament are unfound : this man was 
rich, and as wealth is a certain hot-bed to raife 
flatterers, he had enough of them ; he believed 
them, and always fpoke in the firfl: perfon, faying, 
I, I, I, — I will have it fo ; I know it ; — I, I, — 
which puts one in mind of a fchoolboy toning out 
before his miflrefs's knees, I by itfelf, I. — Yet 
there is one piece of pride which may be thought 
excufeable ; and that is, that honeil exultation of 
heart which every public performer feels from the 



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approbation oF his auditors ; — gratefully does ht 
acknowledge their indulgenee, and with fincerity 
declares. That the utmoTi: exertion of his abilities 
can never equal the favour of the public. 

3y way of Epilogue, here are two wigs — \jakes 
ihii t<w9 'wlgs'^ — This Is called the full buckled bob, 
and carries a confequentiality along with it ; it is 
worn by thofe people v/ho frequent city feafts, and^ 
gorge themfelves at a Lord-Mayor's fliow dinner^ 
and with one of thefe wigs on, tlieir double chins 
refted upon their breads, and their fhoulders up, 
they feem as if they had eat themfelves into a ftat© 
of indigeftion, or elfe had bumpered themfelves 
ont of breath with bottled beer. [Puts on the ivig. ] 
-— — ** Waiter ! bring me a ladleful of foup ! Ya 
dog, don^t take off that haunch of venifon yet !■— 
bring me the lamb, a glafs of currant jelly, and a 
clean plate. A hob nob, Sir, with all my hearty 
two bumpers of Madeira ! — Love, health, and 
ready rhino, to all the friends that you and I 
know.^^ — -On the contrary, thefe lank locks form 
tlie half famifhcd face. 

♦ i_Puts on the MethocTif, hair and tales the iuh.'\ 

** The floor of the world is filthy, the mud of 
Mammon eats up all your upper leathers, and we 
are all become fad foals : Brethren, the word 
brethren comes from the tabernacle, becaufe we 
all breatlie therein : if you are drowfy I'll rouze 
you, Pil beat a tattoo upon the parchment cafe of 
your confcience, and I'll whilk the devil like a 
whirligig among you. Now let me afk you a 
queftion feriouily : did you ever fee any body eat 
any hafty-pudding ? What faces they make when 
it fcalds their mouths, phoo, phoo, phoo ; what 



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faces win you all make when old Nick nicks you ? 
No\r unto a bowl of punch I compare matrimo- 
ny ; there's the fweet part of it, which is the ho- 
ney-moon ; then there's the largeft part of it, 
that's the mod infipid that comes after, and 
that's the water ; then there's the ftrong fplrits, 
that's the hufband ; then there's the four fpirit, 
that's the wife. But you don't mind me, no more 
than a dead horfe does a pair of fpedacles, if you 
did, the fweet words which I utter would be like 
a treacle pofTet to your palates. Do you know 
how many tailors make a man ? — Why nine — 
How many half a man ? — Why four journeymen 
and an apprentice. So have you all been bound 
'prentices to Madam Faddle, the Faftiion-maker ; 
ye have ferved your times out, and now you fet 
up for yourfelves. My bowels groan for you ;'as 
the cat on the houfe-top is caterwawling, fo from 
the top of my voice will I be bawling. — Put — put 
fome money in the plate, then your abomina- 
tions fhall be fcalded off likebriftles from the hog's 
back, and ye fhall be fcalped of them all as eafily 
as I pull off this periwig." 

My attempt you have heard to fuccccd the prnjedkor, 
And I tremblingly wait your reward of this lecture ; 
No merits I plead, but what's fit for my ftation, 
jAnd that in the merits of your approbation. 
And lince ^pr mere mirth I exhibit this plan. 
Condemn if you pleafe — but excufe if you ca«, 

PWD OF THE LECTURE* 



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THE COURTSHIP. 



A 



. BEAUTIFUL Lady of fair Dublin town 
Was wooM by a Frenchman, a Tar, and a Clown, 
With others that fain would be bone of her bone, 
The courtfhip, good folks, I'll relate to you now. 
The firft that appeared was a man of the mode, 
A Frenchman by name, Spittlefields his abode ; 
He addrefs'd this fair lady in tafte a la mode, 
And thus he faid, 

Madame, you be de very prettieft creature dat 
ever I faw in all my life. You make my very 
heart go pit a pat for joy. To fee dat taper 
waift, dat lily vite hand, de fnowy vite bofom — 
begar,madame, your eyes be de two burning glaff- 
es dat fet my foul all on fire. Me die for love of 
you — me vil marry you. 

Fol lal litte tol lol. 

The next that appear'd was an Englifh-born 
clown, 
Who to court this fine lady came to this here 

town ; 
He made a low bow, then fet himfelf down. 
And thus he faid, 

Why madam Ife not know how to court fich a 
fine lady, you is main fine In laced lappets and 
red filken gown — ^why if you come to our houfe 
Vather muft e'en take down one fide of his 
houfe to leten in — your eyes are as black as foot. 



and bofom as white and foft as good fat bacoiu 
Well, if you has I, woy 1 has you, and that's all I 
can fay to the matter fair miftrefs. 

The next that appeared was a quaker fo prim. 
With his primitive face and a very broad brim. 
He addrefs'd this fair lady without moving ^, 

limb, 
And thus he faid, 

Fair lump of eartjb, Ihun the profane and flee 
the wickednefs of this our Babylon. Cleave unto 
me even as I cleave unto tliee, in the fpirit of love, 
in the fpirit of truth and faithfulnefs : fain would 
I have thee become bone of my bone, and fleili 
of my flefh, yea and I would raife up feed unto 
thee, and thou fhouldeft prove fruitful as a tender 
vine which groweth by the water fide ; even fo 
fay I, Ezekiel, 2^achariah, hum. 

The next that appeared was a terrible blade. 
If fo we may fay was a foldier by trade. 
He fwore that no other this lady fliould wed, 
And thus he faid, 

With blood and wounds, fire and fword, mad- 
am, my name it is captain Flafh, and if e'er I meet a 
rival to your beauty Fd flay him — I'd flick him 
againft the wall ; I would flay thoufands to giv« 
you joy — cut off their legs and make them dance 
upon their flumps to make you fmile ; Pm noble 
and great as C^far, blam.e me ! 

A foldier is a gentlemaB, 
His honour is his life, 



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And he who fears to fland by his poft 

Will ne'er ftand by his wife, 

And a foldiering we'll all go, we'll go. 

The next that appear'd was a jolly briik tar. 
From our own Admiral Pocock enrich'd by tlie 

war; 
And he of all others thought himfelf on a par. 
And thus he faid. 

Well here we are my hearts, within gunfiiot 
of each other — you had as good*s heave to and 
let the Parfon lafli us together ; for here I am, 
tho' I fay it, as well rigged as e'er a man in Dub- 
lin ; and you are a little tight frigate well rigged 
too. 



I'he Barking Barhety 

OR, NEW BOW wow, 

A comi-fatyri-poetlcal Le(n:ure on Blockheads. 

By Pafq. Shaveblock^ Shaver Extraordinary. 

I E gents, give ear to me, I pray, 

I am a barking barber, 
The beft accommodations have, 

Keen razors and hot lathers 
Pray walk into my noted fhop, 

I fliave as clean as any ; 
And when I've done it to your miad, 
F 



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Will charge you but a penny. 
Bow, wow, wow, 

I am a barking barber, 
Bow, wow, wow\ 
Ye ragged pates, your hair 1*11 crop, 

And drefs it vaftly pretty ; 
Or if your blocks are bare, walk in, 

I warrant I can fit ye. 
With bag or cue, or long pig-tail. 

Or bufhy wig, or grizzled. 
So well bepowdered, clean and white, 

And eke fo nicely frizzled. 
Bow, wow. Sec, 
My fhop well furnifh'd out with blocks, 

Becomes an exhibition. 
Of heads of ev'ry age and kind. 

And every condition : 
A lawyer*s head without a quirk. 

Without chicane, a prodor's ; 
A lady's head without a tongue. 

Without a noftrum, doctor's. 
Bow, wow, &c. 
A poet's head without a rhyme, 

A wit's too without punning ; 
Without a crotchet fidler's head, 

A jockey's without cunning ; 
A cuckold's head devoid of horns. 

His wife's without invention ; 
A barber's head without his brains. 

And others I could mention. 
Bow, wow, &c. 

And let none of the wicked wits 
Defpife my occupation, 



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The greater always fliave the lefs. 

In every rank and ftation ; 
The rich will ever Ihave the poor. 

The minifter, an't pleafe ye, 
Well lathers you with promifes. 

Then fhaves you mighty eafy. 
Bow, wow, &c. 
And Ihavers clean, I trow there are, 

Of every profeffion ; , 

But pardon now, my cuftomers, 

This whimfical digreffion ; 
And walk into my noted fhop, 

I fhave as clean as any ; 
And when I've done it to your mind. 

Will charge you but a penny. 
Bow, wow, &c. 

Plato, 
SAYS Plato, why {hould man be vain ? 

Since bounteous Heaven has made him great \ 
Why looketh he with infolent difdain 

On thofe undeck'd with wealth or ftate I 
Can fpiendid robes or beds of down, 

Or coftly gems that deck the fair. 
Can all the glories of a crown. 

Give health, or eafe the brow of care I 

The fcepter'd king, the burthen'd flave. 
The humble and the haughty die ; 

The rich, the poor, the bafe, the brave. 
In duft without diftindlion lie. 

Go, fearch the tombs where monarchs rell, 
Who once the greateft titles bore : 



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The wealth and glory they poire ft, 

And all their honours are no more. 
So glides the meteor through the iky. 

And fpreads along a gilded train : 
But, when its fhort liv'd beauties die, 

Diflblves to common air again. 
So 'tis with us, my jovial fouls, 

Let friendfliip reign while here we ftaj. 
Let's crown our joys with flowing bowls. 

When Jove commands we mull away. 



Song, 
THE I ark was up, the morn was grey, 
The di%mmers beat a reveille, 
Whilft jolly foldiers on the ground. 
In peaceful camp ilept fafe and found. 
All but one poor foldier, who 
Nought but love, coidd e'er fubdue ; 
Wandering through a filent grove, , 
There did vent his plaintive love. 

For women are whimfical changeable things, 
Their fweets are like bees, they're mingled with- 

ftings. 
They are not to be ^ot without toil, care and 

coft, 
They are hard to be won and as eafily loft ; 
For in feurching a fair one, I found to my fmart, 
I knew not the way, but I loft my own heart. 
Ah ! haplefs, haplefs day, when firft I faw fair 

Biddy, 
My heart (lie ftole away, my head flie tutn'd 

quite giddy. 



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The world may laugh and fneer, 'tis wondVous 

now to fee, 
A lover fo fmcere, a fwain admire like me. 
She's comely tall and flender, fhe's brighter than 

the fun ; 
Her looks are kind and tender, but ah ! her heart's 

like ftone. 
Too lovely ftill I found her, and every method 

tried. 
In hopes to win and wound her, but all ! I was 

denied. 
And now all hopes are over, what fchemes then 

can I try. 
But like a haplefs lover, now lay me dov/n and 

die. 

As on the ground he lay, Minerva came that 

way. 
In armour bright and gay, and thus to him did 

fay, 
Arife ! foldier arife ! and I'll take; you by the 

hand. 
And I'll lead you through the land 
And I'll give you the command, of a well chof- 

en band. 
Arife ! foldier arife ! don't be llupid, drive away 

cupid. 
Follow Minerva's wife command, 
'Soldier go home, go home, ne'er mind your Mif. 

trefs' fcorn ; 
Slight, flight her again. 
For flighted love fliould flight return. 

The foldier then rofe from his amorous floth, 
Haftened away to his duty, 
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Swore to Minerva a terrible oath, 
He'd never think more of her beauty. 

Bachelor* s hh/ff", bachelor* s Ihiff^ 

High for a heart that's rugged and tough. 

He that is fingle can never wear hocns. 
He that is fmgle is happy, 
He that is married mull lay upon thorns. 
And always go ragged and Ihabby, ^ 
Bachelor'' s hluff^ ^c. 

He that is Tingle fears not the rout, 
Nothing to him can be fweeter. 
Having no wife to whimper and pout 
And cry, can you leave me dear creature \ 
Bachelor* 5 bluff, l^c. 

Ye Belles and Flirts, fo gay and fair, 
Say, are not foldiers form'd for love \ 
I'm fure you'll find them all fmcere. 
If you'll but kind and conftant prove ; 

But if you flight their pafTions ftill ; 
And tyrannize their wills to prove. 
Depend upon't they'll all rebel. 
And v/ill not give a thought to love. 

Hold your idle prat'ling tongue, 
Little laughing Cupid faid. 
Have you never heard it fung, 
Conflancy mud win the maid ? 

Then ground your arms, ye fons of war. 
Who fliine through Britain's happy Ifle, 
Nor ever quarrel v;ith the f^iir, 
But patient wait to win their fmilc. 

Rule ye fair of Britain'' s Ifle, 

We* II patient iva'it to iv'in your fm\le\ 



I 



Soldier's Song. 

HOW ftands the glafs around ? 
For fliame, ye take no care, my boys, 

How ftands the glafs around \ 

Let mirth and wine abound. 

The trumpets found, 
The colours they are flying, boys. 

To fight, kill or wound ; 

May we ftill be found. 
Content with our hard fate, my boy?. 

On the cold ground. 

Why, foldiers, why. 
Should we be melancholy, boys I 

Why foldiers, why, 

Whofe bus'nefs 'tis to die ? 

What fighing, fie i 
Drown fear, drink on, be jolly, boys, 

'Tis he, you, or I ; 

Cold, hot, wet or dry, 
We're always bound to follow, boys, 

And fcorn to fly. 

'Tis but in vain, 
I mean not to upbraid ye, boy^; 

'Tis but in vain 

For foldiers to complain ; 

Should next campaign 
Send us to him who made us, boys, 

We're free from pain ! 

But if we remain, 
A bottle and kind landlady 

Cure all again. 



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The Death of General Wolfe. 
IN a mouldVing cave, where the wretched retreat, 

Britantiia fat wafted with care ; 
She wept for her WOLFE, then exclaimed againfl 
fate ; 

And gave herfelf up to defpair. 
The walls of her cell were infculptur'd around 

With the exploits of her favourite fon ; 
And even the duft, as it lay on the ground, 

Was engrav'd with the deeds he had done. 

The fire of the gods, from his cryftalline throne. 

Beheld his difconfolate dame ; 
And mov'd witii her fate, hefent Mercury down, 

And thefewere the tidings that came. 
Britannia forbear, not a figh, nor a tear, 

For thy Wolfe io, defervedly lov'd ; 
Your griefs fhall be chang'd into triumphs of joy. 

For thy Wolfe is not dead, but removed. 

The fons of the earth, the proud giants of old. 

Have broke from their darkfome abodes. 
And fuch is the news as in heav'n it is told, 

They are marching to war with the gods ; 
A council was held in the chamber of Jove, 

Where they came to this final decree, 
That Wolfe (liould be call'd to the armies above. 

And the charge was intrufted to me. 

To the plains of Quebec with thefe orders I flew : 

He beg'd for a moment's delay. 
He cry'd, Gh ! forbear, let me victory hear, 

And then thy commands I'll obey : 



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With a darkening film I encompafs'd his eyas, 

And convey'd him away in an urn ; 
Left the fondnefs he bore for his ov^^n native fliore 

Should pcrfuade him again to return. 

Hall j4merica. 
HAIL America, hail, unrivaPd in fame, * 

Thy foes in confufion, turn pale at thy name ; 
■On thy rockroGted virtue, firmly feated fiibiime. 
Below thee break harmlefs, tlie billows of Time. 
May thy flarry flag, waving, llill glory purfue, 
And freedom find ever, a guardian in you. 
Huzza, huzza, huzza, brave America, 
Whom Freedom fecures ; 
The high car of creft blazing "glory is yOurs. 

Let Spain boafl the treasures, that grow in her 

mines, 
Let Gallia rejoice in her olives and vines ; 
Let bright fparkling jewels in India prevail. 
Let thy odours, Arabia, diitufe in each gale ; 
'Tis America only is blefs'd with the foil, 
Where the fair fruits of virtue and liberty fmik. 

Huzza, &c. 
For the bleffings of Freedom and plenty are }'^^urs. 

Our bofoms enraptur'd beat high at thy name. 
Thy health is our U-anfport, thy triumph our 

fame ; 
Like our fifes with our fwords, we'll ftlpport thy 

renown, 
What they bought with their blood we'll defend 

with our own. 
Smile ye guardians of Freedom, while ojur fons 

implore. 



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That America may flourifh till time be no more. 

Huzza, &c. 
For the bleffings of freedom and valor are yours. 

The mufes to thee their glad tribute fhall pay, 
.They flourifh with freedom, with freedom decay; 
Their harps faintly murmur and filently ftand, 
While the fword of oppreflion hangs over our 

land. 
Can the eagle foar freely, or dart like the wind, 
When his limbs are opprefs'd or his pinions con- 

fin'd ? 

Huj^za, &c. 
For fcience and arts and fair freedom are yours. 

Unfheath'd while the fword of oppreflion remains. 
And the blood of our heroes flill crimfon the 

plains ; 
See America weeping exhort each brave fon, 
That their hearts, as their glory, might always be 

one, 
'Tis the charter of freedom — attend to tlie call-^ 
United we ftand, divided we fall. 

Huzza, &c. 
For Patriots, and Heroes, and Virtue are yours. 

With fweetnefs and beauty thy daughters fhall 
rife. 

With rofe blooming cheeks and love languilhing 
eyes. 

The graces and virtue folid comforts prepare. 

For heroes deferving the fir ft of the fair. 

For to whom ftiould the bleflings of freedom de- 
fcend. 

But the fons of thofe fires who dar'd freedom de- 
fend ? 



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A SONG. 

Written at an Inn at Henley, 
TO thee, fair freedom, I retire. 

From flattery, cards, and dice and din ; 
Nor art thou found in manfions higher 

Than the low cot, or humble Inn. 
'Tis here with boundlefs pow'r I reign. 

And ev'ry health which I begin. 
Converts dull port to bright champagne. 

Such pleafure crowns it at an Inn. 
I fly from pomp, I fly from plate, 

I fly from falfehood's fpecious grin. 
Freedom I love, and form I hate, 

And choofe my lodgings at an Inn. 
Here, waiter, take my fordid ore. 

Which lacqueys elfe might hope to win ? 
It buys what kings have not in ftore. 

It buys me pleafure at an Inn. 
Whoe'er has travelPd life's dull round, 

Where'er his ftages may have been. 
May figh to think he ftill has found 

The warraeft welcome at an Inn. 



Sold'ter^s Return. 
WHEN wild war's deadly blaft was blown, 

And gentle peace returning. 
And eyes again with pleafure beam'd. 

Which had been blear'd with mourning, 
I left the lines and tented fields 

Where long I'd been a lodger. 



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With humble knapfack all my wealth, 

A poor and honeft Ibldier. 
A leal light heart was in my breaft, - 

My hand unftain'd with plunder. 
And for fair Scotia home again, 

I cheiry on did wander. 
I thought upon the banks o' coil 

I thought upon my Nancy, 
I thought upon the witching fmile. 

That caught my youthful fancy. 
At length I reached tlie bonny glen. 

Where early life I fported, 
I pafs'd the mill and fhading thorn. 

Where Nancy oft I courted. 
What fpied I but my own dear maid, 

Down by her mother's dwelling, 
And turn'd me round to hide the flood. 

That in my ken was fwelling. 

With alter'd voice, quoth 1 fweet lafs, 

Sweet as yon hawthorn bloflbm, 
O happy ! happy be the fwain, 

That's deareft to thy bofom. 
My purfe is light, I've far to gang. 

And fain would be thy lodger ; 
I've ferv'd my king and country lon^^ 

Take pity on a foldier. 
So wiftfully fhe gaz'd at me, 

And lovelier was than ever. 
Quoth file a foldier once I lov'd, 

Forget him fhall I never. 
Our humble cot and homely fare 

Ye freely fliall partake on't, 



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That gallant badge, the dear cockade, 

You're welcome for the fake of't. 
She gazM, fhe redden'd like the rofe. 

Soon pale as any lily, 
She funk into my arms and cry'd 

Art thou my own dear Willy ? 
By him who rules yon fun and fky, 

By whom true love's regarded, 
I am the man, and thus may ftili 

True lovers be rewarded. 
The wars are o'er and I'm come home 

And find thee ftill true hearted, 
Though poor in gear, we're rich in love, 

And may we ne'er be parted. 
Quoth fhe my grandfire left me gold 

A mailin pleniiui'd fairly. 
Then come my faithful foldier lad, 

You're welcome to it dearly. 
For gold the merchant ploughs the main, 

The farmer ploughs the manor ; 
But glory is the foldier's prize ; 

The foldier's prize is honour. 
The brave poor fotdier ne'er defpife> 

Nor count him as a ftranger. 
Remember he's his country's iVay 

In day and hour of danger. 

The Soldkr^s FaretueL 
WHAT tho' the fare of battle 

On to-morrow wait, 
Yet we'll not lofe oar prattle, 
My charming Kate. 
G 



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Until the hour of glory, 

All pleafures ftiall take place, 
Nor damp the joys before me. 

With a future cafe. 
Such beauties Pve not tafted, 

Which all the arts improve, 
Thefe three campaigns are wafted, 

But not my love. 
Anxious ftill about thee. 

Thou art all I prize, 
Never Kate without thee, 

Have I clos'd my eyes. 
Conftant to my Tommy, 

'Tis all in vain 
To think that I fhould leave you 

The whole campaign ; 
Or e*er neglect the filling 

Each morn the bright canteen, 
So long as I've a (hilling, 

To my purfe within. 
If in fome bold atflion, 

A halbert (hould bear. 
Then think the fatisfadion. 

In my rank you'd fhare. 
Then think and ceafe your mourning,. 

How fine from top to toe ; 
Gold rings your hands adorning, 

A laced cap and (hoe. 
If I a ferjeant^s lady, 

Should chance to prove, 
Clean linen ftiould be ready, 

Always for my love. 



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And never more would Kitty 

The captain's laundrefs be, 
rd think myfelf too pretty 

Tom, for all but thee. 
Here Kate take my tobacco box, 

A foldier's all ; 
Left in fome bold aftion, 

I may chance to fall : 
That when my life is fpent. 

By this you'll furely prove, 
You had my firft, my laft. 

My only pledge of love. 
Here Tom take back your box again. 

Thou art my all, 
I ever fliall be near thee. 

If by chance ye fall. 
May Heaven preferve my dearefl. 

Who thus does conftant prove. 
For I had his firft, his laft, 

His only pledge of love. 

ceafe that rifing figh, Kate, 
And check that falling tear. 

And come along my pretty girl. 

And take fome cheer. 
Hark the heav'ns defend me. 

Hark the drum commands. 
Honour I attend you. 

Love I kifs your hands. 

1 can't refrain from weeping, 
Tho' tears I difdain. 

And yet I think it fomewhat hard^ 
The point to gain. 



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May guardian angels ftiield you, 
And conquefl on you wait ; 

One kiis, anlk;tben I yield you, 
AlasJ, poor Kate. 



SONG 
J3Y Allan's flream I chanc'd to rove, 

While PhocbusTank beyond Benleddi; 
The winds Vv'^ere whifpering through the grove, 

The yellow corn was waving ready : 
I liften'd to a lover's fong, 

Arfei thought on youthful pleafures many 
And ay the wild-wood echos rung, 

O dearly do I love thee, Annie. 

O happy be the midnight hour, 

No nightly bogle make it eerie ; 
Nor ever forrow (lain the hour. 

The place and time I met my dearie ; 
Her head upon my throbbing breaft, 

She finking faid, I'm thine forever I 
While many a kifs the fealimpreft, 

The facred vow we ne'er Ihould fever. 

The haunt of fpring's the primrofe brae, 

The fummer joys the flocks to follow ; 
How cheery, through her fhort'ning day, 

Is autumn in her weeds of yellow ; 
But can they melt the glowing heart. 

Or chain the foul in ipeechlefs pleafure, 
Or through each nerve the rnpture dart, 

Like meeting her, our bofom's treafure ? 



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Highland Mary, 
Tune — Katharine Ogie. 
HOW fweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, 

How rich the hawthorn^s blolTom ; 
As underneath the fragrant fhade 

I clafpM her to my bofom ! 
The golden hours, on angel wings. 

Flew o'er me and my dearie ; 
For dear to me, as light and life. 

Was ray fweet Highland Mary. 
With many a vow and lock'd embrace. 

Our parting was full tender. 
And pledging oft to meet again, 

We tore ourfelves afunder ; 
But Oh ! fell death's untimely froft. 

That nipt my flower fo early ! 
Now green^s the fod, and cold's the clay, 

That wraps my Highland Mary I 
O pale, pale now, thofe rofy lips, 

I oft have kifs'd fo fondly ! 
And clos'd for ay, the fparkling glance. 

That dwelt on me fo kindly ! 
And mould'ring now in filent dufl. 

That heart that lov'd me dearly ! 
But ftill within my bofom's care , 

Shall live my Highland Mary. „, 



SONG. 

NO churchman am I for to rail and to writci 
No ftatefman or foldier to plot or to fight, 
No fly man of bufinefs contriving. 
For a big belly'd bottle's the whole of my care* 
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The peer I don't envy, I give him his how ; 

1 icorn not the peafant, tho* ever fo low ; 

But a chib of good fellows, like thofe that are 

here. 
And a bottle like this, are my glory and care. 
Here pafles the fquire on his brother — his horfe ; 
There centum per centum, the cit with his purfe ; 
But fee you the crown how it waves in the air, 
There a big belly'd bottle ftill eafes my care. 
The wift of my bofom, alas ! (he did die, 
Tor fweet confolation to church I did fly ; 
I found that old Solomon proved it fair, 
That a big belly'd bottle's a cure for all care. 
I once was perfuaded a venture to make ; 
A letter informed me that all was to wreck ; 
But the purfy cldlandlordjuft waddled up ftairs, 
With a glorious bottle that ended my cares. 
*' Life's cares arc comforts," a maxim laid down 
By the bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the 

black gown : 
And faith I agree with the old prig to a hair, 
For a big belly'd bottle's a heav'n of care. 
Then fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow, 
And honours mafonic prepare for to throw ; 
May every true brother of the compafs and 

*fquare 
I^^ve a big belly'd bottle when harafs»'d by care. 

Tune SEVENTH OF NOVEMBER, 

THE day returns, my bofom burns. 
The blifsful day, we two did meet, 

The winter Vv'ild in tcmpcfl: toil'd, 
McVr fumnier fun Vv-as half fo fweet. 



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Than all the pride that loads the tide, 
And crofles o'er the fultry line ; 

Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes, 
Heaven gave me more, it made thee mine. 

While day and night can bring delight. 

Or nature aught of pleafure give ! 
While joys above my mind can move, 

For thee, and thee alone, I live ! 
When that grim foe of life below. 

Comes in between to make us part ; 
The iron hand, that breaks our band. 

It breaks my blifs, — it breaks my heart. 



SONG. 
FROM thee, Eliza, I muft go. 

And leave my native Ihore ; 
The cruel fates between us throw 

A boundlefs ocean's roar : 
But boundlefs oceans, roaring wide, 

Betvveen my love and me, 
They never can divide 

My heart and foul from thee. 
Farewel, farewel, Eliza dear, 

The maid that I adore ! 
A boding voice is in mine ear, 

We part to meet no more ! 
But the laft throb that leaves my heart, 

While death (lands vi6l:or by, 
That throb Eliza, is thy part. 

And thhie that lateft fieh. 



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COME let me take thee to my breaft, 

And'pledge we ne'er fhall funder ; 
And I (hall fpurn as vileft duft, 

The whole world's wealth and grandeur : 
And do I hear my Jeanie own, 

That equal tranfports move her ? 
I afk for deareft life alone, 

That I may live to love her. 

Thus In my arms, with all thy charms, 

I clafp my countlefs treafure ; 
I'll feek no more of heav'n to fliare, 

Than fuch a moment's pleafure : 
And by thy e'en fo bonny blue, 

I'm furely thine forever ! 
And on thy lips I feal my vow. 

And break it fhall I never, 

SONG. 
. DELUDED fwain, the pleafure. 

The fickle fair can give thee, 
Is but a fairy treafure. 

Thy hopes will foon deceive thee. 
The billows on the ocean, 

The breezes idly roaming, 
The cloud's uncertain motion, 

They are but types of woman. 
O ! art thou not afhamed, 

To doat upon a feature ? 
If man thou wouldft be named^ 

Defpife the filly creature. 



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Go find an honeft fellow ; 

Good claret fet before thee^_: 
Hold on till thou art mellow, 

And then to bed in glory. 

TUNE, " OVr the h'dls,^^ ^c. 
HOW can my poor heart be glad. 
When abfent from my failor lad ? 
How can I the thought forego, 
He's on the feas to meet the foe ? 
liet me wander, let me rove. 
Still my heart is with my love ; 
Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day 
Are writh him that's far aw^ay. 

CHORUS, 

On the feas and far away. 
On ftormy feas and far away ; 
Nightly dfeams, and thoughts by day 
Are with him that's far away. 

Peace thy olive wand extend, 
And bid wild war its ravage end, 
Man with brother man to meet. 
And as brother kindly greet : 
Then may Heav'n with profp'rous gales 
Fill my failor's welcome fails. 
To my arms the charge convey. 
My dear lad that's far av/ay. 
On the feas, &c. 

Lo'ver'^s Mufe. 
OH could the various force of foynd 
Point out a lover's anguifh, 



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Then would the notes with life refound, 
Then would they fweetly languifh. 
Well might the fprightly fife declare, 
Hope, and the fofter lute defpair ; 
Then would the notes with life refound, 
Then would they fweetly languifh. 

Thus with my heart when Delia fmiles, 
Soon it exults with pleafure, 
But if fhe frowns, obedient ftill, 
I feek a fofter meafure. 
Oh could you with me fympathize, 
Watch but the motions of her eyes, 
Then would the notes with life refound, 
Then would they fweetly languilh. ' 

SONG. 

Tanfer^s mujical Lovers. 
AS Poll and I a Maying went, 

Down by a river fide ; 
With fome foft words flie did confent. 

That flie fhould be my bride. 
My inftrument being well in tune, 

And fhe in cheerful key, 
So frankly then we did prefume 

To pipe it round the lay. 
Each part did well in concert move. 

So quick the time was beat. 
We play'd fuch melting ftrains of love 

That fhe cry'd out repeat. 
Our mufic was fo charming fweet. 

We play'd it three times o'er. 
And when I could no more repeat. 

She laugh'd, and cry'd encore. 



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The Contrqfl. 

PART I. 

HOW wretched is a woman's fate, 

No happy change her fortune knows ; 
Subjed: to man In every ftate, 

How can fhe then be free from woes ? 
In youth a father's ftern command, 

And jealous eye controls her will ; 
A lordly brother watchful ftands. 

To keep her clofe, a captive ftilL 
The tyrant hufbaud next appears, 

With awful and contracted brow ; 
No more the lover's form he wears, 

Her flaves become her fovereigns now. 
If from this fatal bondage freed. 

And not by married chains confin'd ; 
And bleft with fingle life may fee 

A parent fond, a brother kind ; 
Yet love ufurps her tender breaft, 

And points a phenix to her eyes. 
Some darling youth difturbs her reft. 

And painful fighs in filence rife. 
O cruel powers, fmce you've ordain'd 

That man, vain man, fhould bear the fway. 
To a flave's fetter add a flavifh mind, 

That I may cheerfully obey. 

PART 2. 

How happy Is a woman's fate. 

Free from care and wo ; 
Secure of man in every ftate. 

Her guardian god below* 



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In youth a father's tender love, 

And well experienced eye, 
Reftrains her mind, too apt to rove 

Enamour'd with a toy. 
Suppofe her with a brother bleft, 

A brother fure is kind ; 
But in the hufband ftands confefs'd, 

The father, brother, friend, 
But look we on thofe halcyon days 

When women reign'd fupreme ; 
When fupple man his homage paid, 

Full proud of her efteem. 
How duteous Is poor Strephon's love, 

How anxious is his care. 
Left gentle zephyrs play too rough, 

And difcompofe the fair. 
'Tis man's to labour, toil and fweat. 

And all his cares employ, 
Honour, or wealth, or power to get, 

'Tis woman's, tc? enjoy. 
Then fay not any power ordains. 

That man fhould bear the fway ; 
Since reafon bids, let women reign, 

What reafon bids obey. 



SONG. 

Nothing at all. 
'TWAS once I had nothing to do, 

A ftory of nothing I'll tell. 
To fliew you what nothing can do, 

Akhomih it doth fomething excel. 



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How often we're put in a fright, 

How often do quarrel and brawl. 
And when we do find out the right, 

'Tis juft about nothing at all. 
The world out of nothing was made, 

And all things that are therein ; 
How often have we heard it faid. 

That 'twill come to nothing again. 
And he who is ever fo rich, 

At length he may have a downfall. 
And he that has ever fo much. 

At death will have nothing at alL 
A mifer who fpends all his breath, 

In order to gain an increafe ; 
He never enjoys it himfelf, ^ 

Nor neither a bleffing of peace. 
For trouble brings forrow we find, 

Trouble brings forrow withal, 
If there's any from trouble that's free, 

'Tis he who has nothing at all. 
When Jemmy v/as twenty years old, 

Young June he would wed for his wife ; 
He told her fine ftories of love, 

How he lov'd her as dear as his life : 
He told her fine ftories of love. 

At length unto him flie did fall, 
O then it was plain to be feen, 

That his love was juft nothing at all". 

Come fill up a bowl of the beft. 

Don't let a drop of it fall. 
And drink a good health unto him 

That's contented with nothing at all, 
H 



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Come all my good company I pray, 
When you for your reckoning do call. 
You'll all of ye have fomething to pay, 
For I can pay nothing at all. 



SONG. 

THE bright rofy morning 
'^Peeps over the hills, 
With blufties adorning 

The meadows and fields. 
Hear the merry, merry, merry, horn 

Cry come, come away ; 
Awake from your flumber. 

And hail the new day. 

The flag rofe before us, 
. Away feems to fly, 
And pants to the chorus 

Of the hounds in full cry. 
Then let us, let us, let us follow 

The mufical chafe, 
Whilft pleafure with vigour. 

We have health to embrace. 

The day fports being over. 

Our blood circles right, 
And brings the brilk lover 

Frelh charms for the night. 
Then let us, let us, let us enjoy all 

We can, while we may. 
Let love crown our nights, boys. 

As the fporcs crown the day. 



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An Ode. 

ON THE ADOPTION OF THE FEDERAL CONSTI- 
TUTION, 

Tune The Dauphin. 

CROWN'D with aufpicious light, 

Columbia's eagle rife ; 
Thiae emblems blefs our fight,. 
Thine honours greet our eyes. 
Nations admire thy rifmg dawn. 

And fliall falute thy day, 

While generations yet unborn 

Receive the genial ray. 

CHORUS. 
An empire's born, let cannon roar, 

Bid echo rend the Iky ; 
Let every heart adore, 

High Heaven, our great ally. 

Illuftrious aera hail- — 

Thy ftars in union grow, 
Oppofmg mifts' difpel, 

And with frefh fplendour glow% 
Thy glories burft upon the gloom. 

Where darknefs dragg'd her chain ; 
The fons of cruelty and death 
Shall own thy gentle reign. 

Cho. .An empire's born, l^c. 

Let joy our hearts engage, 

Let foul contention ceafe ; 
Exchange for jealous rage, 

The enrapturing fmile of peace. 



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N© genius human e'er devis'd 

^. federal plan more pure ; 
Wildom and rtrength, and freedom guard, 

Columbia's rights fecure. 

Cho. An empire^ bortiy ^c. 

Now Fame exert your powers, 

Your filver trumpet raife : 
Still Walliington is ours, 

Though earth proclaim his praife. 
He once in crimfon fields of blood, 

Forbade us to be flaves ; 
And now with an illuftrious hand 
Again his country faves. 

Cho. An empire* s horuj i^c. 

Difcord aghaft fhall frown, 
Science her temple rear j 
Labour enfure her crown, 
And ufeful arts appear. 
Then bend your fpears to pinining hooks, 

Break up the gen'rous foil, 
While fruits of plenty round the land, 
Reward the reaper's toil. 

Cho. An empire^ s horn, i5c. 

Commerce yonr fails difplay, 

While agriculture fmgs ; 
Where late the bramble lay. 
The rofe of beauty fprings. 
Union fhall glad revolving years, 

No partial views remain ; 

jMftice aloft advance her fcale, 

And public virtue reign. 

Cho. An empire's horn, ^c. 



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Xh Dlfh of tea. 
LET fome In gro^ 'place their delight. 
O'er bottled porter '^^afte the night, 
Or fip the rofy wine ! 

A difh of tea — more pleafes me. 
Yields fofter joys — provokes lefs noife, 
And breeds no bale defign. 
From China's clime this prefent brought. 
Enlivens every power of thought, 
Rigs many a ihip for fea : 

Old maids it warms — ^^young widows charms. 
And miifes' men— not one in ten, 
But court them for their tea. 
When throbbing pains aflail my head, 
And dulnefs o'er m.j brain is fpread. 
The mufe no longer kind ; 

Afmgle-fip — difpels the hyp, 
To chafe the gloom — frelh fpirits come, 
The flood-tide of the mind. 
"When worn with toil, or vext with care. 
Let Siifan but this draught prepare. 
And I forget ra^ pain ; 

This magic bowl — -revives the foul. 
With gentle fway — bids care be gay, 
Nor mounts to crowd the brain. 
If learned men the truth would fpeak. 
They prize it far beyond their Greek, 
More fond attention pay ; 

No Hebrew root — fo well can fult, 
More quickly taught — lefs dearly bought, 
And ftudied twice a day. 

H a 



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This leaf from dlftant regions fprung, 
Puts life into the female tong.»\f^, 
And aids the caufe of lov^^' 

Such power has tea — o'er bend and free, 
Which priefts admire — delights the 'fquirc, 
And Galea's fons approve. 



SONG. 

OH ! the days when I was young ! 

When I laugh'd in fortune's fpite, 
Talk'd of love the whole day long : 

And with ne^5tar crown'd the night. 
Then it was, old father Care, 

Little reck'd I of thy frown ; 
Half thy malice, youth could bare, 

And tlie reft a bumper drown. 
Oh ! the days, <Scc. 

Truth, they fay, lies in a well, 

Why I vow I ne'er could fee ; 
Let the water drinkers tell. 

There it always lay for me : 
For when fparkling wine went round, 

Never faw I falsehood's mafic ; 
But ftill honeft truth I found, 

In the bottom of eack flalk ! 
Oh ! the days, &:c. 

True at length my vigour's flown, 
I have years to bring decay ; 

Few the locks that now I own. 
And the few I have are grey 5 



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Yet, old Jerome, thou may'ft boaft, 

While thy fpirits do not tire, 
Still beneath thy age's froft 

Glows a fpark of youthful fire. 
Oh ! the days, Sec. 

The Thirjl'mg Lover. 
MY temples with clufters of grapes I'll entwine. 
And barter all joys for a goblet of wine ; 
In iCarch of a Venus no longer I'll run. 
But itop and forget her at Bacchus's tim. 
• Yet why thus refolve to relinquifh the fair ? 
'Tis a folly with fpirits like mine to defpair ; 
For what mighty charms can be found in a glafs, 
if not fill'd to the health of fome favourite lafs ? 
■'TIS ^voman whofe charms every rapture impart, 
And lends a new fpring to the pulfe of the heart ; 
The mifer himfelf, fo fupreme is her fway, 
Grows a convert to love, and refigns her the key. 
At the found of her voice forrow lifts up her head, 
And poverty liftens, well pleas'd, from her Ihed j 
''^n-iite a^e, in an ecllacy, hob'ling along. 
Beats time with his crii'-oh, to the tune of her fong. 
Then bring me a goblet from Bacchii*:'.*? hoard. 
The largeft and deepeft that (lands on his board j 
I'll fill up a brimmer, and drink to the fair ; 
*Tis the thirft-of a lover— and pledge me who daje. 

W'lfdonCs Favourite, 
BANISH forrow, grief and folly. 
Thoughts unbend the wrinkling brow 5 



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Hence dull cares and melancholy, 
Wine and mirth unite us now. 
Bacchus opens all his treafure, 
Comus brings us wit and fong ; 
Follow, follow, follow, follow pleafure. 
And let's join the jovial fong. 
Life is fhort, it's but a feafon, 
Time is ever on the wing ; 
Let's the prefent moment feize on, 
Who knows what the reft may bring ? 
All my time I now will meafure, 
All cares I now defpiie ; 
Follow, follow, follow, follow pleafure, 
To be happy's to be wife. 
Wherefore fhould we thus perplex us. 
Why fhould we not merry be, 
Since there's nothing here to vex us ? 
Drinking fets our hearts all free. 
Let's have drinking without meafure, 
Let's have mirth what time we have ; 
Follow, follow, follow, follow pleafure, 
There's no drinking in the grave. 



How hvperfeci Is ExprrJJlon* 
HOW imperfe(5l is expreffion, 

Some emotions to impart, 
When we mean a foft confsllion, 
\ iVnd yet feek to hide the heart ! 
When our bofoms, all complying, 
V With delicious tumult fwell, 

^ And beat, what broken, falt'ring, dynig. 

Language would, but cannot tell ! 



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I!^ecp confufion's rofy terror, 

Quite expreflive paints my cheek : 
Aik no more — beheld your error — 

Blulhes eloquently fpeak. 
What, tho' filent is my anguifh, 

Or breath'd only to the air, 
Mark my eyes, and as they languilh, 

Read what yours have written there. 

O that you could once conceive me ! 

Once my foul's ftrong feeling view ! 
Love has nought more fond, believe me ; 

Friendfliip nothing half fo true. 
From you, I am wild, defpairing ; 

With you, fpeechlefs as I touch ! 
This is all that bears declaring. 

And, perhaps, declares too much. 



SONG. 
HARK ! hark ! fweet lafs, tlie trumpet founds, 

'Tis honor calls to war ; 
Now love I leave, perhaps for wounds, 

And beauty for a fear. 

But ah ! fupprefs thoft rifmg fighs ; 

. Ah ! check that falling tear ; 
Left foft diftrefs, from lovely eyes. 
Create a neAv-born fear. 

My life to fame devoted was, 

Before my fair I knew. 
And, if I now defert her caufe, 

Shall I be^ worthy you ? 



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It Is not fame alone invites, 

Though f^ime this bofom warms ; 

My country's violated rights 
Impel my foul to arms. 



Had Columbia, 
HAIL Columbia ! happy land ! 
Hail ye Heroes"! Heaven-born band, 

Who fought and bled in freedom's caufe. 

Who fought and bled in freedom's caufe. 
And when the ftorm of war was gone. 
Enjoy 'd the peace your valour v/on. 

Let Independence be our boaft, 

Ever mindful what it cod ! 

Ever grateful for the prize. 

Let its altar reach the fkies. 

Firm — united — let us he. 
Rallying round our liberty : 
As a hand of brothers join'd. 
Peace and fafety nue Jlmll jind. 

Immortal Patriots ! rife once more, 
Defend your rights, defend your fliore : 
Let no rude foe with impious hand. 
Let no rude foe with impious hand, 
Invade the fhrine where facred lies 
Of toil and blood the well-earn'd prize. 
While offering peace finccre and juft, 
In Heaven we place a manly truft. 
That truth and juftice v/ill prevail, 
And every fcheme of bondage fail. 
Firm — unltedy l^c. 



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Sound, found the trump of fame, 

Let Washington's great name, 

Rin^ thro' the world with loud applaufe, 
Ring thro' the world with loud applaufe, 

Let every clime to Freedom, dear, 

Liften with a joyful ear. 

With equal fkill and Godlike power. 
He governs in the fearful hour 
Of horrid war, or guides with eafe 
The happier times of honell peace. ^v-C. 
Firm — united, zIjc. 

Behold the Chief who now commands. 
Once more to ferve his country ftands — 
The Rock on which the ftorm will beat, 
The Rock on which the ftorm will beat. 
But arm'd with virtue, firm and true. 
His hopes are fix'd on Heaven and You. 
When hope was fmking in difmay, 
And glooms obfcur'd Columbia's day, 
His fteady mind from changes free, 
Refolv'd on Death ar Liberty, 
Firm — united — let us he. 
Rallying round our liberty : 
As a band of brothers joined. 
Peace and fafety we Jhall Jind. 



Jochey to the Fair, 

'TWAS on the morn of fweet May day, 
When nature painted all things gay. 
Taught birds to fmg, and lambs to play, 
And gild the meadows rare : 



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Young Jockey, early In the dawn, 
Arofe and tript it o'er the lawn ; 
His Sunday's coat the youth put on, 
For Jenny had vow'd away to run / 

With Jockey to the Fair. 
jfenny had vdiu^d, i^c. 

The cheerful parilh bells had rung, 
With eager fteps he trudg'd along, 
With flow'ry garlands round him hung. 

Which Ihepherds us'd to wear : 
He tapt the window — Hafte my dear, 
Jenny, impatient, cry'd — Who's there ? 
'Tis I, my love, and no one near ; 
Step geritly down, you've nought to fear 

With Jockey to the Fair. 

My dad and mam are fafl: alleep. 
My brother's up, and with the iheep ; 
And will you flill your promife keep, 

Which I have heard you fwear ? 
And will you ever conftant prove ? 
I Vv^ill, by all the powers of love, 
And ne'er deceive my charming dove ; 
Diipel thefe doubts, and hafte, my love. 

With Jockey to the Fair. 

Behold the ring, the fhepherd cry'd, 
Will Jenny be my charming bride ? 
Let Cupid be our happy guide. 

And Hymen meet us there. 
Then Jockey did his vows renew, 
He would be conftant, would be true : 
His word was pledg'd — away fhc fijvf 
With cowfllps, tipt with balmy dew. 

With Jockey to the Fair. 



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In raptures meet the joyful throng, 
Their gay companions blithe and young; 
Each join the dance, each join the fong, 

And hail the happy pair ; 
In turns there's none fo fond as they. 
They blefs'd the kind propitious day. 
The fmiling morn of blooming May, 
When lovely Jenny run away 

With Jockey to the Fair. 



Mary*s Dream* 
THE moon had climb'd the higheH hill 

That rifes o'er the fource of Dee, 
And from the eaftern fummit fhed 

Her iilver light on tow'r and tree ; 
When Mary laid her down to fleep. 

Her thoughts on Sandy far at fea ; 
When foft and low a voice was heard 

Say — Mary, weep no more for me. 

She from her pillow gently rais'd 

Her head to afk who there might be. 
And faw young Sandy fnivering ftand, 

With pallid cheek and hollow eye* 
O, Mary dear ! cold is my clay. 

It lies beneath a ftormy fea ; 
Far, far from thee, I fleep in death. 

So, Mary, weep no more for me. 

Three ftormy nights and ftormy dayg^ 
We tofs'd upon the raging main, 

And long we ftrove our bark to fave,^ 
But all our ftriving was in vain ; 
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E'en then, when horror chillM my blood. 
My heart was fill'd with love for thee ; 

The ftorm is paft, and I at reft, 
So, Mary, weep no more for me. 

O ! Maiden dear, thyfelf prepare. 

We foon fliall meet upon that fhore. 
Where love is free from doubt or care. 

And thou and I fliall part no more. 
Loud crowed the cock t the fliadow fled ! 

No more of Sandy could fhe fee ; 
But foft the pafling fpirit faid, 

O ! Mary ! weep no more for me. 

Te Fair pojfejfed, 
YE fair pofTefs'd of ev^ry charm, 

To captivate the will, 
Whofe fmiles can rage itfelf difarm, 

Whofe frowns at once can kill ; 
Say, will you deign the verfe to hear. 

Where flatt'ry bears no part ? 
And honeft verfe, that flows fmcere. 

And candid from the heart ? 
Great is your pow'r ; but greater yet, 

Mankind it might engage ; 
If, as ye all can make a net. 

Ye all could make a cage. 
Each nymph a thoufand hearts may take ; 

For who's to beauty blind ? 
But to what end a prifoner make, 

Unlefs youVe ftrength to bind ? 
Attend the counfel often told. 

Too often told in vain ; 



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Learn that beft art, the art to hold, 
And lock the lover's chain. 

Gamefters to little purpofe win, 
Who lofe again as faft : 

Tho' beauty may the charm begin, 
'Tis fweetnefs makes it laft. 



The Lucky Efcape, 

I THAT once was a ploughman, afailor am now, 

No lark that aloft in the fky, 
Ever fluttered his wings to give fpeed to the 
plough, 
Was fo gay and fo carelefs as I. 
But my friend was a carfindo aboard a king's 

fliip, 
And he axM me to go juft to fea for a trip ; 
And he talk'd of fuch things 
As if failors were kings, • 

And fo teazing did keep, 
That I left my poor plough to go ploughing the 
deep. 
No longer the horn, 
^ CalPd me up in the morn,l 
I trufted the carfindo and the inconftant wind. 
That made me for to go and leave my dear be- 
hind. 

I did not much like for to be aboard a fhip, 
When in danger there's no door to creep out ; 

I lik'd the jolly tars, I lik'd bumbo and flip, 
But I did not like rocking about ; 

By and by came a hurricane, I did not like that, 

Next a battle that many a fail or laid flat ; 



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Ah ! cried I, who would roam, 

That like me had a home ; 

WhcQ I'd fow and I'd reap, 
Ere I left my poor plough, to go ploughing the 

deep, 

Where fv»setly the horn 

Caird me up in the morn, 
Ere I trufted the carfindo and the inconftant 

wind, 
That made me for to go and leave my dear be- 
hind. 

At laft fafe I landed, and in a whole ikin, 

Nor did I make any long ftay, 
Ere 1 found by a friend, who I ax'd for my kin, 

Father dead, and my wife run away ! 
Ah who but thyfelf, faid I, haft thou to blame ? 
Wives lofing their hufbands oft lofe their good 
name. 
^ Ah why did I roam 
When fo happy at home : 
I could fow and could reap, 
Ere I left my poor plough to go ploughing the 
deep ; 
When fo fweetly the horn 
Call'd me up In the morn, 
Curfe light upon the carfindo and the inconftant 

wind. 
That made me for to go and leave my dear behind. 
Why if that be the cafe, faid this very fame 
friend, 
And you ben't no more minded to roam, 
Gl'e's a ftiake by the fift, all your care's at an 
end. 
Dad's alive and your wife's fafe at home. 



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Stark ftaring with joy, I leapt out of my fkin, 
Bufs'd my wife, mother, fifter, and all of my kin : 

Now, cried I, let them roam, 

Who want a good home, 

I am well, fo Pll keep, 
Nor again leave my plough to go ploughing the 
deep ; 

Once more fliall the horn 

Call me up in the morn, 
Nor Ihall any coaxing carfindo, nor the incon- 

ftant wind 
E*er tempt me for to go and leave my dear be- 
hind. 
^' == 

T/:e Sailor^s Journal. 
'TWAS pail; meridian, half paft four, 

By fignal 1 from Nancy parted, 
At fix file lingered on the fliore, 
* With uplift hands and broken-hearted ; 
At feven while taught^iing the fore ftay, 

I faw her fahit, or elfe 'twas fancy ; 
At eight we all got under w^ay. 

And bid a long adieu to Nancy. 
Night came, and now eight bells had rung, 

While carelefs failors ever cheery, 
On the mid watch fo jovial fung. 

With tempers, labour cannot weary ; 
I little to their m.irth inclin'd. 

While tender thoughts rufh'd on my fancy, 
And my warm fighs increas'd the wind, 

Look'd on the moon, and thought of Nancy. 
And now arriv'd that jovial night, 

When every true bred tar caroufes, 
I 2 



i 1^2 ] 

-When o*er the grog all hands delight, 

To toaft their fweethearts and their fpoufes ; 

Round went the cann, the jeft, the glee, 
While tender wifhes fill'd each fancy, 

And when in turn it came to me, 
I he^iv'd a figh and toafted Nancy. 

Next morn a ftorm came on at four. 

At fix the elements in motion, 
Plung'd me and three poor failors more 

Headlong within the foaming ocean : 
Poor wretches, they foon found tlieir graves, 

For me, it may be only fancy. 
But love feem'd to forbid the waves. 

To fnatch me from the arms of Nancy, 

Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd. 

And winds and waves had ceas'd to rattle. 
When a bold enemy appear'd, 

And dauntlefs we prepar'd for battle ; 
And now, while fome lov'd friend or wife. 

Like lightning rulh'd on ev'ry fancy, 
To Providence 1 trufted life, 

Put up a prayer, and thought of Nancy. 

At laft, 'twas in the month of May, 

The crew, it being lovely weather, 
At three A. M. difcover'd day, 

And England's chalky cliffs together ; 
At fcven, up channel how we bore. 

While hopes and fears rufhed on my fancy ;• 
At twelve I gaily jumpt on fhore, 

And to my throbbing heart prefs'd Nancy, 



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Poor Tom ; or. The Sailor's Epitaph. 
HERE, a fheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, 

The darling of our crew ; 
No more he'll hear the tempeft howling. 

For death has broach'd him to. 
His form was of the manlieft beauty, 

His heart was kind and foft ; 
Faithful below he did his duty. 

And now he's gone aloft. 

Tom never from his word departed. 

His virtues were fo rare. 
His friends were many and true-hearted, 

His Poll was kind and fair : 
And then he'd fmg fo blithe and jolly. 

Ah many's the time and oft ! 
But mirth is turn'd to melancholy. 

For Tom is gone aloft. 

Yet fhall Poor Tom find pleafant weather, 

When He, w^ho all commands, 
Shall give, to call life's crew together. 

The word to pipe all hands. 
Thus death, who kings and tars difpatches. 

In vain Tom's life has doff'd ; 
For, though his body's under hatches, 

His foul is gone aloft. 

Hero and Leander. 
LEiiNDER on the bay 

Of Hellefpont all doubtful flood. 
Impatient of delay, 

He leap'd into the fatal flood. 



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The raging feas, whom none' can pleafe, 

'Gainft him their mahce fhow. 
The heav'ns lowerM the rain down pour'd, 

And loud the -^inds did blow. 
Then cafting round his eyes, 

Thus of his fate he did complain ; 
Ye cruel rocks and fkies, 

Ye ftormy^eas, and angry main : 
What 'tis to mifs a lover's blifs, 

Alas, ye do not know ; 
Make me your wreck, as'I come-back, 

But fpare me as I go. 
Lo yonder (lands the tow'r. 

Where my beloved Hero lies ; 
And the appointed hour 

Make hafte, fhe fits with longing eyes ; 
To his fond fuit, the gods were mute, 

The billows anfwer'd no ; 
Up to the fkies, the furges rife, 

But funk the youth as low. 
Meanwhile the v/aiting maid, 

Divided 'twixt her fear and love ; 
Now does his ftay upbraid. 

Now dreads he fhould the paiTage prove : 
Oh ! faith, faid flie, not heav'n nor thee. 

Our love Ihall e'er divide ; 
I'd leap this wall, could I but fail, 

.By my Leander's fide. 
Although the rifmg fun, 

Did to his fight reveal, too late. 
His Hero was undone ; 

Not by Leander's fuit, but fate : • 



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Said ihe, PU fhow, though we were two, 

Our vows Were ever one ; 
This proof I'll give, I will not live, 

Nor fliall he die alone, 

Down from the wall fhe leapt 

Into the raging fea to him ; 
Courting each wave fhe met. 

To teach her wearied arms to fwim ^ 
The fea gods wept, nor longer kept 

Her from her lover's fide ; 
Then join'd at laft, fhe grafp'd him fa(l, 

They figh'd, embrac'd and dy'd. 

Alloa Houfe. 
THE fpring time returns, and clothes the green 
plains. 
And Alloa fliines more cheerful and gav ; 
The lark tunes his throat, and the neighbouring 
fwains fmg 
Meriily round me wherever I ftray ; 
But Sandy no more returns to my view ! 

No fpring time me cheers, no mufic can charm. 
He's gone, and I fear me forever adieu ! 
Adieu, every pleafure this bofom can warm ! 

O Alloa houfe ! how much art thou chang'd ! 

How filent, how dull to me is each grove ! 
Alone I here wander where once we both rang'd, 

Alas ! where to pleafe me my Sandy once 
ftrove ! 
Here Sandy I heard the tales that you told ; 

Here liiten'd too fond, whenever you fung ; 



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Am 1 grown lefs fair, then, that you are turn'd 
cold? 

Or foolifli, believ'd a falfe jBattcring tongue ? 
So fpoke the fair maid ; when forrows keen pain, 

And fhame, her lafl falt'ring accents fuppreft : 
For fate at that moment brought back Jher dear 
fwain, 

Who heard, and with rapture, his Nelly ad- 
dreft ; 
My Nelly ! my fair, I come ; O my love, 

No power fiiall thee tear again from my arms. 
And, Neliy ! no more thy fond fliepherd reprove, 

Who knows thy fair worth, and adores all thy 
charms. 
She heard ; and new joy fhot thro' herfoft frame$ 

And will you, my love ; be true ? fhe reply*d» 
And live I to meet my fond fhepherd the fame ? 

Or dream I that Sandy will make me his bride ? 
O Nelly ! I live to find thee ftill kind ; 

Still true to thy fwain, and lovely as true ; 
Then adieu 1 to all forrow : what foul is fo blind 

As not to live happy forever with you I 

AJj Delia fee the Fatal Hour, 
AH Delia fee the fatal hour, 
Farewel my fouPs delight ; 
But how fhall wretched Damon live, 

Thus banifh'd from thy fight, 
To my fond heart no rival joy 
Supplies the lofs of thee ; 
But who can tell. 
If thou my dear 
Will e'er remember me. 



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Yet while my reftlefs wand'ring thoughts, 

Purfue their loft repofe ! 
Unweary'd may they trace the path, 

Where'er my Delia goes : 
Forever Damon fhall be there 

Attendant on the way, 
But who can tell, &c. 

Alone through unfrequented wilds. 

With penfive fteps I rove, 
I afk the rocks, I alk the dreams. 

Where dwells my diftaxit love : 
The filent eve, the rofy morn. 

My conftant fearch furvey. 
But who can tell, &c. 

Oft ni review the fmiling fcene. 
Each fav'rite brook and tree ; 

Where gaily pafs'd the happy hours, 
Thofe hours I pafs'd with thee ; 

What painful fond memorials rife 
From ev'ry place I fee. 
Ah, who can tell, &c. 

How many rival votaries foon. 
Their foft addrefs fhall move ; 

Surround thee in thy new abode. 
And tempt thy foul toXove ; 

Ah, who can tell when fighing crowds. 
Their tender homage pay, 
Ah, who can tell, &c. 

Think, Delia, with how deep a wound 

The fweetly painful dart, 
Which thy remembrance leaves behind, 



[ io8 ] 

Has piercM a hopelefs heart ; 
Think on this fatal, fad adieu, 
That fevers me from thee. 
Ah, who can tell, &:c. 



The Hobbles, 
ATTENTION pray give, while of Hobbies I 

fmg ; 
For each has his hobby from cobler to king : 
On fome f.pv'rite hobby we all get aftride, 
And when we'er once mounted full gallop w^e ride. 
Jlll on hollies., All on hobbles. All on hobbies. 

Gee upy -gee 0. 
Some hobbies are reftive and hard for to govern, 
E'en juft like our wives, they're fo curfedly ftub- 

born ; 
The hobbies of Scolds are their hufbandsto teaze^ 
And the hobbies of Lawyers are plenty of fees. 
That^s their hobby, i5c. 
The Beaux, thofe fweet gentlemen's hobbies, 
good lack ! 
Is tov/ear great large poultices ty'd round the neck; 
And think in the ton and the tippy they're dreft, 
If they' vebreeches that reachfromtheankletocheft., 
That^s their hobby, i^c. 
The hobbies of Sailors, when fafe moor'd in port, 
And their wives and their fweethearts to toy with- 

an.d fport, 
When our navy's completed, their hobby fliall he, 
Tulhcw the whf.le world that America's free, 
That's their hobby ii^c. 



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The hobbies of Soldiers, in time of great wars. 
Are breaches and battles, with blood, wounds and 

fears ; 
But in peace you'll obferve that quite different 

their trade is — 
The hobbies of Soldiers in peace, are the ladies. 
That's their hobby., i^c. 
The Ladies, fweet creatures, yes, they now and 
then 
Get aftride of their hobbies, ay, juft like the men ; 
Witli fmiles and with fimpers beguile us with eafe. 
And we gallop, trot, amble, e'en juft as theypleafe. 
Thafs their hobby, l^c. 

The x\mericans' hobby has long fince been 
known ; 
No tyrant or king {hall from thenl have a throne ; 
Their States are united, and let it be faid 
Their hobby is Liberty, Peace, and free Trade. 
That's their hobly^ ^c, 

SONG. 

THE fails unfurl'd, the (hip unmoored. 
Her courfe to fteer — all hands on board. 

Propitious ev'ry gale ; 
Fair Sally on the beach deplores 
Her failor bound to diftant Ihores, 

But nought her tears ayail." 

« Oh ! cruel fate — ye Pow'rs above. 
Why thus bereft of him I love ! 

Who on the reftlefs deep. 
The bolft'rous tide muft ceafelefs brave. 
And meet perchance, a wat'ry grave. 

While I but live to weep." 
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[1,0 ] 

Twelve months jelaps'd when he return'd, 
Her conftant heart with rapture biirn'd, 

'Twas freed from ev'ry care ; 
And Henry's love, his heart, his foul, 
Were true, as needle to the pole. 

When abfent from his fair. 

In wedded blifs they tafte delight, 
No winds diliurb, nor ftorms affright 

The lovely Sally's breaft ; 
For now he makes a firm decree. 
No more to truft the raging fea — 

With her completely bleft. 

SONG. 

SPANKING Jack was fo comely, fo pleafant, 

fo jolly, 
Though wmd blew great guns Rill he'd whiflle 

and fmg. 
Jack lov'd his friend a^nd was true to his Molly, 
And if honour gives greatnefs was great as a king. 
One night as we drove with two reefs in the main- 
fail. 
And the feud came on low'ring upon a lee-fhore, 
Jack went up aloft for to hand the top ga'nt-fail, 
A fpray wafh'd him off, and we ne'er fawhim more! 
But grieving' s a folly, 
Come let us be jolly, 
Jf 'we've troubles at fea, hoys. 
We've pleafures ajhore. 

Whiffling Tom ftill of mifchief or fun In the 

middle, 
Through life in all weathers at random would jog, 



[ III 5 

He'd dance and he'd fmg, ' and he'd play on the 

fiddle, 
And fwig with an air his allowance of grog : 
I^ong fide of a Don in the Terrible frigate 
As yard arm and yard arm we lay off the fnore, 
In and out whiffling Tom did fo caper and jig it, 
That his head was fhot o£F, and we ne'er faw him 

more ; 

But, ^c. 

Bonny Ben was to each jolly mefsmate a brother. 
He was manly and honeft, good natured and free, 
If ever one tar was more true than another 
To his friend and his duty, tliat failor was he ; 
One day with the David to heave the kedge an* 

chor, 
Ben went in a boat on a bold craggy fhore. 
He overboard tipt, when a (hark and a fpanker. 
Soon nipt him in two, and we ne'er fee liim more ! 
But, z3c. 

But what of it all, lads, fhall we be down hearted 
Becaufe that mayhap we now take our laft fup ; 
Life's cable muft one day or other be parted. 
And death in fail mooring will bring us all up : 
. But 'tis always the way on't, one fcarce finds a 
brother 
Fond as pitch, honeft, hearty and true to the core. 
But by battle, or ilorm, or fomebad thing or other, 
He's popp'd oft the hooks, and we ne'er fee him 
more ! 

Bui, tfc. 



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• SONG. 

TWELVE months are paft, fince on this ftrand. 

In lad diftrefs we parted, 
And as the boat forfook the land. 

The oar my hand deferted : 
My eyes on yours were fondly bent, 

And feem'd their tears to borrow. 
And fure from you a look was fent. 

That well repaid my for row. 

To bear me quickly from the fhore, 

The crew our grief furveying, 
With lengthen'd ftroke, ftill kept the oar, 

In well tim'd meafure playing : 
Till diftance and approaching night. 

Your lovely image fhaded ; 
Yet ever in ideal fight, 

Your beauty rofe unfaded. 

Oft when the midnight watch I've kept, 

While feas were round us fwelling, 
I've fear'd alone, the gale had fwept. 

Too rudely o'er your dwelling. 
But now, my love, no more your breafl 

Shall beat with fad emotion ; 
I'll try to make each moment bleft. 

Nor tempt again the ocean. 

Charming Sue, 
THE wand'ring tar, return'd from far, 

To view his native land, 
With gold in ftore, from Ada's fliore. 

Soon fought his Sufan's hand. 



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My love, faid he, come live with me. 

No more the bufy crew 
My time employs ; for all my joys 

Are centered now in Sue. 
The conRant fwain has plough'd the main. 

Thro* perils great has run ; 
From dreadful wars behold his fears. 

And ne'er thy failor Ihun. 
From danger free, no more the fea 

Shall part our hearts fo true : 
For now thy love his truth fhall prove. 

And live with charming Sue. 
Now Hymen's bands fhall fplice our hands. 

And knot our hearts In one ; 
No more the gale fhall bend my fail. 

For thee my reck'nings run. 
Come tlien, my dear, no ftorms we'll fear, 

Thy compafs has prov'd true ; 
And while I live, my heart I'll give 

To conftant, charming Sue. 

SONG. 

MY days have been fo wondrous free, 

The little birds that ily 
With carelefs eafe from tree to tree, 

Were but as blefs'd as 1. 
Afk gliding waters, if a tear 

Of mine increas'd their f^ream r' 
Or afk the frying gales, If e'er 

I lent a figh to them ? 
•But now my former days retire. 

And I'm by beauty caught ; 
The tender chains of fweet defire 

Are fix'd upon my thought. 
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An eager hope within my breaft 

Does every doubt control ; 
And lovely Nancy (lands confeft 

The fav'rite of my foul. 
Ye nightingales, ye twiftlng pines, 

Ye fvvains that haunt the grove, 
Ye gentle echoes, breezy w^inds ! 

Ye clofe retreats of love ! 
With all of nature, all of art, 

Aflift the dear defign : 
O teach a young unpradis'd heart, 

To make her ever mine. 
The very thought of change I hate. 

As much as of defpair ; 
Nor ever covet to be great, 

Unlefs it be for her. 
'Tis true, the paflion in my mind 

Is raix'd with foft diftrefs, 
Yet while the fair I love is kind, 

I cannot wifti it lefs. 



SONG. 

NO glory I covet, no riches I want, 

Ambition is nothing to me, 
The one thing I beg of kind Heaven to grant, 

Is a mind independent and free. 

With paflions unruffled, untainted with pride. 
By reafon my life led me fquare : 

The wants of my nature are cheaply fupplied^ 
And the reft are but folly and care. 



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The blefllngs which Providence freely has lent, 

I'll juftly and gratefully prize ; 
Whilft fweet meditation and cheerful content, 

Shall make me both healthful and wife. 

In the pleafures the gredt man's poffeffions difplay, 

Unenvied I'll challenge my part ; 
For ev'ry fair objedl my eyes can furvey 

Contributes to gladden my heart. 

How vainly, through Infinite trouble and ftrlfe, 

The many their labours employ ! 
Since all that is truly delightful in life 

U what all, if they pleafe, may enjoy. 



SONG, 
RETURN enraptur'd hours, 

When Delia's heart was mine ; 
When fhe with wreaths of flow'r^ 

My temples did entwine 1 
No jealoufy nor care 

Corroded in my breaft, 
And vifions light as air 

Prefided o'er my reft. 

Since I'm remov'd from ftate^ 

And bid adieu to time, 
At my unhappy fate 

Let Delia not repine ; 
But may the mighty Jove 

Her crown witli happinefs^ 
This grant ye pow'rs above ! 

And take mv foul to bKf> t 



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Now, nightly round my bed, 

No airy vifions play ; 
Nor flowerets deck my head, 

Each vernal holiday : 
But far from thefe fad plains 

The lovely Delia flies, 
While rack'd with jealous pains 

Her wretched Andre dies. 



SONG. 

YE fair married dames, who fo often deplore, 
That a lover once bleft is a lover no more ; 
Attend to my counfel, nor blufli to be taught. 
That prudence muft cherifh what beauty has 
caught. 

The bloom of your cheek, and the glance of your 

eye. 
Your rofes and lilies make the men figh ; ' 
But rofes, and lilies, and fighs pafs away. 
And paflion will die as your beauties decay. 

Ufethe man that you wed like your favorite guittar, 
Tho' mufic in both, they are both apt to jar ; 
How tuneful and foft from a delicate touch, 
Not handled too roughly, nor playM on too much. 

The fparrov/ and linnet will feed from your hand. 
Grow tame by your kindnefs, and come at com- 
mand ; 
Exert with your hufbands the fame happy fkill. 
For hearts, like your birds, may be tam'd to your 
will. 



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Be gay and good humourM, complying and kind. 
Turn. the chief of your care from your face to 

your mind ; 
'Tis thus that a wife may her conqueft Improve, 
And Hymen fhall rivet the fetters of Love. 



SONG. 

THE fun fets at night, and the ftars fliun the 
day, 
But glory remains when their lights fade away ; 
Begin, ye tormentors, your threats are in vain. 
For the fon of Almonoak fhall fcorn to complain. 

Remember the arrows he fiiot from his bow ; 
Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low : 
Wliy fo flow ? do you wait till I fhrink from my 

pain ? 
No — the fon of Almonoak fhall never complain. 

Remember the wood — where in ambufh we lay. 
And the fcalps which we bore from your nation 

away : 
When the flame rifes faft ! you'll exult In my pain ; 
But the fon of Almonoak fhall never complain. 

I go to the land where my father is gone ; 
His ghofl fhall rejoice in the fame of his fon : 
Death comes like a friend — he relieves me from 

pain ; 
And thy fon, O Almonoak, has fcomM to eom-» 

plain. 



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SONG. 

THE bright God of day, drew weftward away, 
And the evening was charming and clear ; 

The fwallow remains, nimbly failing o'er the 
■ plains. 
And the fhadows^like giants, appear. 

In a gay fummer bower, when the violet's in the 
flower. 

And zephyrs breathe odours around, 
Lov'd Celia flie fat playing on her fpinnet, 

And flie charm'd all the grove with the found. 

The gay god of love flew over the grove. 

By zephyrs conduced along. 
As flie touched on the ftring, he beat time with 
his wing. 

And the echo repeated the fong. 

Rofy bowers, fhe fung, while the harmony rung, 
And the birds they all flutt'ring arrive ; 

Th' induflrious bees, from the flowers on the trees, 
Gently humm'd, Vv'ith their fweet^j to the hive. 

Ye mortals beware how ye venture too ;near, 
Love doubly is armed to wound, , 

Your fate you may fliun, but you're fur^ly undoiiw 
If you raflily appreach near the found. 



SONG. 
BOTH fexes give ear to my fancy. 

While the praife of a woman I fmg ; 
Confin'd not to Polly, nor Nancy, 

But alike from the beggar to king. 



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When Adam at firft was created, 

•.And lord of the univerfe crownM, 
His happinefs was not completed, 

Becaufe a help meet was not found. 
He had all things that were wanting. 
Which yield us contentment in life. 
Both horfes and foxes, for hunting, 

Which many love more than a wife. 
A garden, fo planted by nature, 

Man could not produce in his life, 
And yet, the all wife Creator 

Saw that he wanted a wife. 
Old Adam was caft into flumber, 

A rib taken out of his fide. 
And when he awoke, he with wonder, 

Beheld a moft beautiful bride ; 
With tranfport he gazed upon her. 

His happinefs now was complete, ^ 

He praifed the bountiful donor. 

Who thus had provided a mate. 
She was not taken out of his head. 
To rule and triumph over man, 
Nor was taken out of his heel ; 

To be ruPd, and trampled upon : 
But flie was taken out of his fide. 

His equal and companion to be, 
And thus they both were united. 
And man is the top of the tree. 
Then let not the fair be defpifed 

By man, for {he's part of himfelf ; 
Since woman by Adam was prized, 
Mere than the whole world full of wealth : 



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For man without woman's a beggar, 
Altho' the whole world he pofTefs, 

And the beggar that has a good wife, 
With more than this world he is blef5*d> 



SONG. 

WHEN fortune doth frown, 

I'll ne^er be caft down, 
Pvcpining won't alter my ft ore ; 

For a good ftate of health 

Is better than wealth : 
And I'll be merry, although I am poor. 

The foldier delights 

In blood, wars and fights, 
The failor too fails the feas o'er : 

But this mind I am in, 

I'll keep a full fkin ; 
And I'll be merry although I am poor. 

When the failors drink wine, 

Their lovers repine ; 
The mifer is fond of his ftore ; 

Give the glutton his dilli. 

And I what 1 wifli. 
And I'll be merry although I am poor. 

Let ftatefmen debate 

On the affairs of the State ; 
Let moralifts frown and look four ; 

Let the world go as 'twill, 

I'll drink to my fill ; 
Aad I'll be merry although I am poor. 



[ ,2X ] 

Wine will difcord affuage. 

Enliven old age, 
Make cheerful and gay at four fcore ; 

Give me a full glafs, 

A complying fweet lafs, 
And I'll be merry although I am poor. 

Ye benevolent fouls, 

With full flowing bowls, 
Who cheerfully add to the ftore ; 

Give me but one quart, 

Juft to comfort my heart. 
And I'll be merry although I am poor. 

SONG. 

OUR immortal poet's page 
Says, that all the world's a ftage. 
And, that men with all their airs, 
Are nothing more than players : 
Each ufmg fkill and art, 
" In his turn to tap his part. 
All to fill up' this farcical fcene, O. 

Enter here. 

Exit there. 

Stand in view. 

Mind your cue. 
High down, ho down, derry, derry dowrif 
All to fill lip this farcical fcene, 0» 

Fir ft the infant in the lap, 
Mewling, pewling with its pap, 
Like a chicken that we trufs, 
I^ fwaddled by its nurfe, 
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Who to pleafe the puppet tries. 
As it giggles, and it cries, 
All to fill up this farcical fcene, O. 
Hulh abye. 
Wipe an eye, 
Kiile pretty, 
Suck a tetty. 
High down, ho doivn, ^c. 

Then the pretty babe of grace. 
With his Ihining morning face, 
And fatchel on his back, 
To fchool, alas 1 mufl: pack ; 
But like a fnail he creeps, 
And for bloody Monday weeps. 
All to fill up this farcical fceile, O. 

Book miflaid. 

Truant play'd. 

Rod in pickle. 

Rump to tickle, 
High doivTiy ^c. 

Then the lover next appears, 
Sous'd all over head and ears, 
Like alobfter on the fire, 
Sighing ready to expire ; 
With a deep hole in his heart, 
Through which you may drive a cart, 
All to fill up this farcical fcene, O. 

Beauty fpurns him ; 

Paffion burns him. 

Like a wizard, 

Guts and gizzard. 
High down, ^c. 



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Then the foldier, ripe for plunder. 
Breathing flaughter, blood and thunder ; 
Like a cat among die mice, 
Kicks a duft up in a trice ; 
And talks of fhatter'd brains. 
Scattered limbs and ftreaming veins. 
All to fill up this farcical fcene, O. 

Fight and fly. 

Run and die. 

Pop and pelter, 

Helter fkelter. 
High doiuriy ^c. 

Then the juftice In his chair. 
With broad and vacant ftare ; 
His wig of formal cut. 
And belly like a butt ; 
Well lin'd with turtle hafli, 
Callipee and callipaOi, 
All to fill up this farcical fcene, O. 

Bawd and trull, 

Pimp or cull. 

At his nod. 

Go to quod. 
High down, i^c. 

Then the flipper'd pantalooH, 
In life's dull afternoon. 
With fpedacles on nofe ; 
Shrunk fhank in youthful hofe : 
His voice once big and round. 
Now whiftling in the found : 
All to fill up this farcical fcene, O. 



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Body bent, 
Vigor fpent. 
Shaking noddle, 
Widdle waddle, 
High dotvn, Izfc. 
At lafl: to end the play, 
Second childhood leads the way, 
And like fheep that's got the rot. 
All our fenfes go to pot. 
So death amongft us pops, 
And down the curtain drops. 
All to fill up this farcical fcene, O. 
Then the coffin 
We move off in. 
While the bell 
Tolls the knell, 
Of high and low down in the cold ground. 
All to fill up this farcical fcene, O. 

The Farmer, 
COME each jovial fellow who loves to be mel- 
low. 
Attend unto me and fit eafy ; 
One jorum and quiet, we quickly will try it, 

Dull thinking will make a man crazy : 
For here 1 am king, we'll drink, laugh and fmg, 

Let no one appear as a flranger ; 
But fhow me the afs, that refufes his glafs. 

And I'll order him hay in the manger. 
By plowing and fowing, by reaping and mowing 

Dame nature fupplies me with plenty, 
I've a cdh^ —11 ftor'd and a plentiful board, 
' ^-rr? dainty: 



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I have all things In feafon, both woodcock and 
pheafant, 
I'm here as a juftice of quorum ; 
At my cabin's far end Pve a bed for a friend, 

A clean firefide and a jorum. 
Were it not for my feeding you'd have but poor 
feeding, 
You'd furely be ftarving without me ; 
I'm always content when I've paid all my rent. 
And I'm happy when friends are about me : 
Draw clofe to my table, my friends, while you're 
able, 
Let's not haye a word of complaining : 
For the jingling of glaffes all mufic furpaffes — • 

I love to fee bottles a draining. 
Let the mighty and great rove in fplendour and 
ftate ; 
I envy them not, I declare it ; 
I eat my own lamb, my own chicken and ham, 

I ihear my own fleece and I wear it ; 
I've lands and I've bowers, I've fields and I've 
flowers, 
The lark is my daily alarmer ; 
So, my jolly boys, novv^ here's God fpeed the 
plough. 
Long life and fuccefs to the farmer. 

The Weephig Rcfe. 

A SIMILE. 

THE rofe had been wafh'd lately wafli'd v/ith a 
fhower. 
That Mary to Anne convey 'd, 
The plentiful moifture incumber'd the flower. 
And weigh'd down its beautiful head, 
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The cup was all fiU'd, and the leaves were aU 
wet, 

And it feem*d, to a fanciful view. 
To weep, for the buds it had left with regret. 

On the flourifhing bufh where it grew. 

I haftily feiz'd it, unfit as it was 

For a nofegay, fo dripping and dr5wn'd. 
And fiiaking it rudely, too rudely alas, 

I fnapt it, it fell to the ground ; 
And fuch, I exclaim'd, is the pitilefs part. 

Some aft, by the delicate mind, 
Regardlefs of wringing and breaking the heart, 

Already to forrow refign'd. 

This elegant rofe, had I fhaken it lefs, 

Might have bloom'd with the owner awhile. 
And the tear that is wip'd with a little addrefs. 

Might be followed, perhaps, with a fmile j 
Ye wife, then be warned by the fate of the rofe. 

And never too rafhly reprove. 
For 'tis a fine leflbn, the-moral of it ftiows 

That reproof fhould be tempered with love. 



The Old Maid's lajl Prayer. 

COME all you pretty maidens, fome older, 

fome younger, 
Who all have got fweethearts, but I miift ftay 

longer. 
Some fixteen, fome eighteen, are happily marriedj 
Alas how unequally fuch things are carried ; 
A limner, a penman, a tinker, a tailor, 
A fidler, a pedlar, a ploughman, ^ failpr^ 



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Come gentle, coiiie fimple, come foollfh, or 
witty, 
- Come don't let me die a maid, take me out of 

pity. 
I have a fifter Sally, who's younger than I am, 
Has-lb many fweethearts flie's forc'd to deny 'em, 
I never was guilty of denying many. 
The Lord knows my heart, I'd be thankful for 
any, 

A Limner^ a Penman^ \^c, 
I have a fifter Sufan, though ugly, ill-lliapen. 
Before fhe v/as fixteen years old, Ihe was taken. 
Before fhe was eighteen, a fon, and a daughter, 
And I'm fix and thirty and ne'er had an oiFer, 

A Limner i a Penman, l^c. 
It has often been faid, by my father and mother. 
That going to one wedding, makes way for anoth- 
er; ^^ 
If that be the cafe, I will go without bidding. 
And let tlie world judge, if I don't want a wed- 
dings 

A Lmfier, a Penman, ^c^ 

I never will fcold, and I'll never be jealous. 
My hufband fhall have money to go to the ak- 

houfe. 
While he is there fpending, I'll be at home faving. 
And leave it to you all, if I an't worth the having, 
A Limner, a Penman, i^c^ 

' The Scoldwg Wife. 
. SOME Vv'omen take delight in drefs. 
And fome in cards take pleafure, 



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While others place their happinefs 
In heaping hoards of treafiire ; 

In private fome delight to kifs. 
Their hidden charms unfolding. 

But they miftake their fovereign blifs. 
There's no fuch joy as fcolding. 

Each morn, as I open my eyes, 

I foon difperfe all filence, 
Before my neighbours can arife. 

They hear my clack a mile hence. 
When at the board I take ipy feat, 

There's one continued riot ; 
I eat, I fccld, I fcold, I eat, 

My clack is never quiet. 

Let it be flefli, or fowl, or fifh, 

Though of my own providing, 
I ftill find fault with every difli. 

Still every fervant chiding ; 
Too fat, too lean, too fait, too frefli, 

I never can be fuited, 
But give a blaft at every difli, 

Bak'd, roafted, boiPd or ftewed. 

Every night when I go to bed, 

I furely fall a weeping. 
For filence is the thing I dread, 

I cannot fcold when fleeping. 
But then my pains to mitigate, 

And drive away all forrow. 
Although to-night may be too late, 

I'll pay them off to-morrow. 



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SONG 
ADIEU, a heart, warm, fond adieu, 

Ye brothers of our myliic tie ; 
Ye favoured and enhghten'd few. 

Companions of my focial joy ; 
Tho' I to foreign lands muft hie, 

Pnrfuing fortune's flippery ball : 
With irbelting heart and brimful eye, 

I'll mind you ft ill when far awa. 
Oft have I met your focial band. 

To fpend a cheerful feftive night. 
Oft, honoured with fupreme command, 

Prefided o'er the fons of light ; 
And by that hieroglyphic bright. 

Which none but craftfraen ever faw, 
Strong mem'ry on my heart fliall write 

Thofe happy fcenes when fa"r awa. 
May freedom, harmony and love. 

Cement you in the grand defign, 
Beneath th' Omnifcient eye above ; 

The glorious architeft divine : 
That you may keep th' unerring rule, 

Still guarded by the plummet's law. 
Till order bright completely fliine. 

Shall be my pray'r when far awa. 

And you farewel, whofe merits claim 

. Juftly that higheft badge to wear, 

*May Heaven blefs your noble name, 

To Mafonry and 'Scotia dear ; 
A laft requeft permit me then, 

When yearly you're aifembled all, ^ 
One round, I afK it with a tear ; 

To him, the friend, that's far awa« 



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And you, kind hearted fifters, fair, 

I fing farewel to all your charms, 
Th' impreflion of your pleafing air ; 

With rapture oft my heart did warm. 
Alas, the fecial winter's night 

No more returns while breath we draw. 
Till fifters, brothers, all unite 

In that Grand Lodge that's far awa. 



SONG. 

HAIL Mafonry divine ; 
Glory of ages fhine. 

Long may'ft thou reign : 
Where'er thy Lodges ftand. 
May they have great command, 
And always grace the land, 

Thou art divine ! 
Great fabrics ftill arife. 
And grace the azure fkies. 

Great are the fchemes : ' 
Thy noble Orders are 
Matchlefs beyond compare ; 
No Art with thee can (hare, 

Thou art divine ! 

Hiram, the archited, 
Did all the Craft direa 

How they fiiould build ; 
Sol'mon, great Ifrael's king, 
Did mighty bleflings bring, 
And left us room to ling, 

Ih-ilt royal Art I 



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SONG. 

THIS world is a ftage, 

On which mankind engage, 
And each ads his part in a throng ; 

But all is confufion,! 

Mere folly's delufion, 
And nothing on earth but a fong. 

The Parfon fo grave, 

Says your fouls he can fave. 
And teach the right way from the wrong ; 

After pioufly teaching, 

Arid long winded preaching, 
He fobs off his flock with a fong. 

The Lawyer he fcribbles 

In quirks and in quibbles, 
And moves his mellifluous tongue ; 

'Twixt demur and vacation. 

He'll raife expedtation, 
And fink your eftate to a fong. 

The Doftor he fills 

You with bolus and pills, 
In affurance that you fliall live long ; 

But, believe me, 'tis true. 

He's guineas in view, 
And his recipes are nought but a fong. 

The Surgeon, fo bold, 

His lancet doth hold. 
And flaflies your bodies along ; 

Small wounds he enlarges. 

To fill up his charges. 
His art, like the reft, is. a fong. 



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The Merchant Is bent 

On his fifty per cent, 
To whom ledger and journal belong-; 

'Compts current in trading 

And long bills of lading ; 
His balance will end in a fong. 

The Printer difcerning 

'Twixt ignorance and learning 
The diff'rence that truly belongs ; 

Yet, fure, it is faid, 

That his logical head. 
Is turn'd by a ftatefman or fong. 

The School-Mafter rages, 

Foi want of more wages. 
And hurries his fcholars along ; 

He teaches them morals, 

And whips him that quarrels. 
And filence all day is his fong. 

The Farmer he brags 

Of what crops he fhall have, 
Provided the feafon holds long ; 

But if drought comes on, 

His hopes are all gone, 
And his crops may be bought for a fong^. 

The Soldier he prattles 

Of fieges and battles, 
And actions lie ne'er was among ; 

His preferment and merit, 

Are like to his fpirit. 
And nothing on earth but a fong. 

With powder and lace. 

And a feminine face. 
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Juft arrived from his travels, 

Yet nothing unravels, 
Except 'tis a dance or a fong. 

The fiirly old Prude 

Complains you are rude, 
Tho' for blifs fhe fo fecretly longs | 

But take her afide, 

And you'll manage her pride, 
And her virtue bring down to a fong. 

The filly Coquette, 

Is all in a fret. 
In the morning her toilet goes v^rong. 

All day long fhe paffes, 

Confulting her glaifes. 
And at night dies away like a fong, 

I've often been told. 

The women will fcold, 
Their good-natur'd hufbands among ; 

They'll work and they'll fret, , 
And they'll fcold, and they'll fweat, 
And at night die away like a fong. 

Then let us be jolly. 

Drive hence melancholy. 
While we are good fellows among ; 

Let's fill up our glaffes. 

Take life as it paffes, 
^A-nd each merry foul fmg a fong. 

YANKEE DOODLE, 

Or, the Journey to Camp, 
FATHER and I went down to camp, 
Along with Captain GoodwiP* 
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And there we faw the men and boys. 

As thick as hafty pudding. 
And there I faw a lufly gun, 

As big as a log of maple, 
Mounted on a little cart, 

A load for father's cattle. 
And ev'ry time they fhoot it ofF, 

It takes a horn of powder ; 
It made a noifelike father's gun, 

Only a nation louder. 
I went up as near to it 

As Slab's under-pinning ; 
Father went as near again, 

I thought the deuce was in him. 
And there lay pil'd fome deuced things 

As large as our pumpkins, 
I filled up a meal bag full. 

And could not lift the dumb things. 
Again I fpy'd a mighty thing, 

I think they call'd it mortar, 
'Twill take our old didikettle in, 

Which holds a pail of water. 
A man came by, he had a gun. 

He kinder clap'd his hand on't. 
And ftuck a little ftabbing iron. 

On to the little end oPt. 
It fcar'd me fo that I run home, 

Nor ftopp'd as I remember, 
*Till I had got to our town, 

And fafe in mother's chamber. 
And there I had fome heifer's milk 
Which mother brought from milking ; 



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And Moll began to fquimp and fquirm, 
And vow'd (lie'd have a quilting. 

She vow'd fhe'd have it up and dov/n. 
And make the glafles rattle ; 

For brother John had been to town. 
And was not kilPd in battle. 



The Learned Pig. 
YOU all mud have heard of the learned Pig, 
A little one in fize, but in fcience very big ; 
But what will you fay to a pig of my own, 
To which that pig was no more than a drone : 
For as Cocklane ghoft, on wainfcot or poft, 
With a knock or afcratch,to anfwer was wont, fir. 
So my pig too, will anfwer as true- 
Saying no, with a fnort, and yes, with a grunt, fir. 

Fol, lol, de rol» 
The parfon of the parifh, a pious man, 
Says, pray Mr. Pig, now refolve me, if you can. 
As I chriften, and I bury, and I preach, and I 

pray. 
And I conftantly keep every feflival day ; 
Then fay, fhall not I be a bifhop by and by, 
And from diocefs to diocefs to Canterbury pafs, 

fir? 
No ! fays the pig— fays the parfon, looking big, 
You're an impoftor, and your pig is an afs, fir. 

Fol, lol, de roL 

Then old lady WiHi-for't, a widow I wot, 
Who the joys of wedlock never had forgot. 
With a thumping colt's tooth fail in her head. 
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Says, pray Mr. Swine, will a hulband foon be 

mine, 
And I no longer be a widow forlorn, fir ? 
Yes, fays the pig, which fet her all a-gig, — 
For llie vow'd that fuch a pretty little pig was 
never born. Fol, lol, de rol. 

Then a French Refsjgee, who was jealous of his rib, 
And knowing that my pig at an anfwer was glib, 
Says monfieur, Reponde% moij fans fagotif 
Am I von cuckold, out or non P 
Yes, was the reply ; begar, fays he, you lie, 
My vife to be fure no care for me von fig, fir, 
33ut if I vear de horn, no Frenchman ever born, 
Vill fuffer to be call'd von cuckold by von pig, fir. 

Fol, lol, de rol. 
Then Sir Guttlebelly Gobbledown, who never 

balk'd his glafs, 
Says furely it is hard for a fot that I fliould pafs. 
But tho' I'm thus abus'd, Mr. Pig, by my wife, 
Did you ever fee a foberer man in your life ? 
Pig grunted fo loud, that the reft of the crowd, 
All gaped and ftared Hke' ftuck pigs I vow, fir, 
When old boozy in a pout, turns round hiccough- 
ing out. 
Why, blame me, but your pig is drunk as Davy's 
fow, fir. Fol, lol, de rol. 

A punning philofopher v/as {landing by. 
Who Pythagoras' doilrine held, by the by, 
Very gravely exclaim'd, I can ealily trace 
A metempfycliofis in that pig's face ; 
Fig is but a name, and man is but the fame. 
And in tranfmigration, if I am not miftakeu, 



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That learned pig muft be by confanguinlty, 
A lineal defcendant of the great Lord Bacon. 

Fol, lol, de rol. 
The pig at a joke fo humourous and blunt, 
Cri'd whee ! whee 1 whee ! as loud as he could 

grunt, 
Which ihew'd that he knew, tho' a fourfooted elf, 
His pedigree as well as Cadwallader himfelf ; 
And my life will I pawn, that when collard into 

brawn. 
He that eats but his fill, tho' at college never bred, 

fir, 
Like an egg full of meat, will with learning be 

replete, 
He'll have it in his beily, if not in his head, fir. 

Fol, lol, de rol. 



Songs of Shepherds. 

SONGS of Shepherds in ruftical roundelays, 

Form'd in fancy and whiill'd on reeds. 
Sung to folace young nymphs upon holidays, 

Are too unworthy for wonderful deeds. 
Sottifii Silenus to Phebus the genius 

Was fent by dame Venus, afong to prepare. 
In phrafe nicely coin'd, andverfe quite refin'd, 

How the ftates divine hunted the hare. 

Stars quite tir'd with paftimes Olympical, 
Stars and planets that beautiful llione, 

Could no longer endure that men only-flioul^ 
Revel in pleafures, and they but look on, 

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Round about horned Lucina they fvvarmed. 

And quickly informed her, how minded they 
were, 
Each god and goddefs to take human bodies, 

As lards and ladies to follow the hare. 
Chafte Diana applauded the motion, 

And pale Proferpine fat down in her place. 
To guide the welkin and govern the ocean, 

V/hile Dian conducted her nephews in chace, ' 
By her example their father to trample, 

The earth old and ample, they foon leave the ait* 
Neptune the water, and wine Liber pater, 

And Mars the (laughter, to follow the hare. 
Young god Cupid was mounted on Pegafus, 

Borrow'd o' the mufes with kiffes and prayers 5 
Stern Alcides upon cloudy Caucafus 

Mounted a centaur that proudly him bears. 
The poftilion of the fky, light heeled fir Mercury, 

Made his fwift courfer fly fleet as the air ; 
"While tuneful Apollo the paftime did follow. 

To whoop and to hollow, boys, after the hare. 
Drowned Narciffus, from his metamorphofis, 

Roused by Echo, new manhood did take. 
Snoring Somnus upftarted from Cim'ries ; 

Before for a thoufand years he did not wake. 
There was lame club-footed Mulciber booted : 

And Pan, too promoted on Corydon's mare, 
Eolus flouted ; with mirth Momus fiiouted ; 

While wife Pallas pouted, yet follow'd the 
hare. 
Crave Ply men u fliers in Lady Aftrea, 

The humour took hold of Latona the coldj 



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Ceres the brown too, with bright Cytherea, 
And Thetis the wanton, Bellona tlie bold 5 

Shamefaced Aurora, with witty Pandora, 
And Maria with Flora, did company bear ; 

But Juno was ftated too high to be mated, 
Although, Sir, fhe hated not hunting the hare. 

Three brown bowls of Oljmphical neftar, 

The Troy-born boy now prefents on his knee 5 
Jove to Phcebus now caroufes in ne(flar. 

And Phoebus to Hermes, and Hermes to me. 
Wherewith infused, I piped and mufed. 

In language unufed, the iports to declare, 
Till the vaft houfe of Jove like the bright fpheres 
did move, 

Jiere's a health then to all that love hunting 
the hare. 



Moji Excellent Majler^s Song,. 
ALL hail ! to the morning 

That bids us rejoice ; 
The Temple's completed. 

Exalt high each voice ; 
The Cape-ftone is finifh'd, 

Our labour is jo'er ; 
The found of the Gavel 

Shall hail us no more. 

To the Power Almighty, 
Who ever has guided 
The tribes of old Ifrael, 
Exalting their fame, 
To him vvho hath govern'd 
Our hearts, undivided. 



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Let's fend forth our voices 
To praife his great name. 

Companions, affemble 
On this joyful day, « 

Th' occafion is glorious, 
The Key-Stone to lay ; 

Fulfilled is the promife. 
By the Ancient of Days, 

To bring forth the Cape-done, 
With Ih outing and praife. 

Ceremonies. 
There's no more occafion 
For level or plumb-line, 
For trowel or gavel, 
For compafs or fquare ; 
Our works are completed. 
The Ark fafely feated. 
And we fliall be greeted 
As workmen moft rare. 

Now thofe that are worthy. 
Our toils who have fliar'd, 

And prov'd themfelves faithful. 
Shall meet their reward. 

Their virtue and knowledge, 
Induftry and fkill, 

Have our approbation. 

Have gain'd our good-will. 

We accept and receive them, 
Moft excellent Matters, 
Invefted with honours 
And power to prefide : 
Amongft worthy craftfmen, 
Wherever aflembled. 



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The knowledge of Mafons 

To fpread far and \vide. 
Almighty Jehovah 

Defcend now, and fill 
This Lodge with thy glory. 

Our hearts with good-will. 
Prefide at our meetings, 

Affift us to find 
True pleafure in teaching 

Good-will to mankind. 

Thy wifdom infpired 

The great inftitution, 

Thy ftrength fliall fupport It, 

Till nature expire ; 

And when the creation 

Shall fall into ruin, 

Its beauty fhall rife 

Through the midll of the fire 1 

SONG. 

ERE God the unlverfe began. 
In one rude heap all matter lay. 

Which wild diforder overran^ 

Nor knew of light one glimmering ray : 

While, in darknefs o'er the w^hole, 

Confufion reign'd without coMtrol. 

Then God arofe, his thunders hurl'd, 

And bade the elements arife ; 
In air he hung the pendent world, 

And o'er it fpread the azure ikies j 
Stars in circles caus'd to run. 
And in tlie centre fix'd the futi. 



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Then man he call'd forth out of duft. 
And form'd him with a living foul ; 

Ail things committed to his truft, 

And made him lord of all the whole ; 

But ungrateful unto Heaven 

He prov'd and was from Eden driven. 

From thence proceeded all our woes. 
Nor could mankind one comfort fhare ; 

Until Free-Mafons greatly rofe, 
And form'd another Eden here. 

Where true pleafure ever reigns. 

And native innocence remains. 

Here cryftal fountains bubbling flow. 
Here nought that's vile, can enter in ; 

The tree of knowledge here does grow, 
Whofe fruit we tafte, yet free from fm ; 

While fvveet friendfhip does abound. 

And guardian angels hover round. 



SO^G— Tune, Cafino. 

COME, ye Mafons, hither bring 
The tuneful pipe and pleafing ftring, 
Exert each voice, 
Aloud rejoice. 
And make the fpacious concave ring ; 
Let your hearts be blythe and gay, 
Joy and mirth let all difplay. 
No dull care 
Shall enter here, 
For this is Mafon's holiday. 



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Friendfllip here has fix'd her feat. 
And virtue finds a calm retreat. 

Go tell the fool 

'Tis wifdom's fchool. 
Where love and honour always meet. 

Cho. Let your hearts, &c. 
Social pleafures here invite, 
To fill the foul with fweet delight. 

While hand in hand 

Our friendly band 
In love and harmony unite. 
C/jo. Let your hearts, &c. 
May we oft aflemble here, 
And long the badge of honour wear. 

May joy abound. 

And we be found 
Forever faithful and fmcere. 
Cho. Let your hearts, &c. 
Take the flowing glafs in hand, 
And drink unto our Mafter Grand, 

Long may he reign, 

The caufe maintain. 
And Lodges flourilh thro' the land. 
Cho. Let your hearts, &c. 

The Revival of Mafonry, 

[Tune — Ficar of Bray. \ 

WHEN Mafonry expiring lay. 
By knaves and fools rejeded. 

Without one hope, one cheering ray. 
By worthlefs fons neglected ; 

Fair virtue fled, truth hung her head, 
O'erwhelm'd in deep confufion, 



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•Sweet friendfhip too, her fmiles withdrew. 
From this bleft inftitution. 
Cho. Now this is law I will maintain, 
Until my dying day, Sir, 
What inftitution e'er may reign, 
Mafonry bears the fway, Sir. 

Columbia's fons determin'd tlien 
Free Mafonry to cherifh, 
They rous'd her into life again, 
And bid fair fcience flourifh : 
Now virtue bright, truth rob'd in white. 
With friendfhip hither haften,* 
All go hand in hand, to blefs the band 
Of true Columbian Mafous. 

Cho. Now thisy &c. 
Since Mafonry's revlv'd once more, 
Purfue her wife diredions. 
Let circumfpe(5lion go before, 
And virtue fquare your adlions ; 
Unite your hands, in friendlhip's bands^ 
Supporting one another. 
With honeft heart, fair truth Impart, 
To ev'ry faithful Brother. 

Cho, Now this is law, &c. 
Let coxcombs grin, ;md critics fneery 
While we are blithe and jolly. 
Let fops defpife the badge we wear, 
We laugh at all their folly ; 
Let empty fools defpife our rules, 
Brothers, we ne'er will heed them, 
Say what they will, we're Mafons ftill) 
And will fiipport our freedom. 

Pio* Now this is Jbw, ^^, 



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But may kind heaven's gracious hand. 
Still regulate each aftion, 
May ev'ry lodge fecurely ftand 
Againft lie ftorms of fadlion ; 
May love and peace, each day increafe, 
Throughout this Happy nation, 
May they extend, till time fhall end^ 
In one great conflagration. 

Cho. Now this is law, &c. 

The Genius of Mafonry, ^ 

WHEN Sol with grave motion, had plung'd in 

the ocean. 
And twilight hung over the borders of day, 
A fplendid reflexion with downward direction, 
Stole foftly the fenfes of mortals away. 

My thoughts were fufpended, and darknefs de- 

fcended, 
With night's ample canopy widely unfurl'd ; 
The folemn proceffion, the mifts in fucceffion 
Bade twilight in filence retire from the world* 

I faw in fweet {lumbers a beautiful creature, 
Replete with celeftial tranfporting glee ; 
With rapture I trembled, I thought he refembled 
Some beautiful angel of humanity. 

As far as T view'd him my fancy purfu'd him> 
His ftate was elective, and noble his mind. 
He walked dire<5lly, fulfilling completely 
The precepts of nature, which v/i^clom enjoins. 

His foul like an ocean of pleaiing devotion. 
His tongue like an organ of mufic and mirth j 
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His heart like a fountain, his head like a moun- 
tain, 
His fcience like treafures hid deep in the ea'rth. 

M7 fancy it caught him, home >v'ith me It 

brought him, 
And with my own heart ftrings I bound him 

with care ; 
Nor could I unloofe him, for in his foft bofom 
I faw the bed image that human can wear. 

I thought he faid to me, in vain you purfue me, 
While on the fwift wings of fcience I foar ; 
But if you will haften, become a Free-Mafon, 
Then may you go with me, and never before. 
There's one thing is certain and truly diverting, 
The keeping a fecret in union fo long ; 
There's no combination, fo firm as Free-Mafons, 
No bond of fweet friendfhip fo lafting and ftrong. 
For kingdoms have quarrels, for conquefts and 

laurels , 
And churches though Chriftian, do wrangle and 

jar ; 
There's no fuch Invafions among the Free-Mafons, 
No ruptures or rumours of internal war. 

Through time's ancient meafure, with freedom 

and pleafure, 
The fons of fair fcience immoveable ftand — 
Through all the commotion by land or by ocean, 
In triumph has pafs'd the harmonious band. 

Old time may keep beating, his numbers com- 
Aiid'vvear out his wings m the regions ot years ; 



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But wifdomand beauty fhall teach us our duty,*" 
Till the worfhipful Mafter in glory appears. 

The world may keep gazing, their fenfes amaz- 

And wreck their invention to find out the plan ; 
We'll meet them with meeknefs, and pity their 

weaknefs, 
And prove that a Mafon's a virtuous man. 

Let madmen degrade us, and fcribblers invade 
us, ^ , 

And all the black engines of malice combine ; 

Though hell and her furies turn judges and ju- 
ries, 

With innocent luftre the order will fhine. 

Like rocks In the ocean, we fear not the motion. 
Of waves which attack us in foaming career ; 
With truth and difcretlon, we ftill make prd- 

greffion, 
And leave all the envy of fools in the rear. 

While each in his ftation, with fweet admira- 
tion. 
Behold the fair temple of wifdom arife, 
Let each faithful brother fupport one. another, 
'Till the Lodge univerfal fhall meet in the Ikies. 

With orient grandeur, and dazzling fplendour. 
The wide arch of heav'n reflecting the blaze. 
When filters and brothers and millions of others. 
Shall fhine in the courts of the Ancient of Days. 

The fc-cne is before us, v/e'll join in the chorus,- 
Let v.'orlds and all beings unite in the fong, 
To God the Creator of wifdom and nature. 
And ages eternal the aiuhem prolong. 



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But when armies terreftrial and fquadrons xclef-^ 

tial, 
Shall echo through heav'n with mufic ferene, 
The majeftic ftory falls fhort of its glory, 
And filence expreffive fhail mnfe on the fcene. 

Knlghis Templar's Song, 
TO the Knight Templar's awful dome, 
Where glorious knights in arms were dreft, 
Tiil'd with furprife I flowly came, 
With folemn jewels on my breaft. 
A pilgrim to this houfe I came, 
With fandal, fcarf, and fcrip fo white. 
Thro' rugged paths my feet were led,, 
AH this I bore to be a knight. 
With feeble arm I gently fmote. 
At the Knight Templar's mercy gate, 
What I beheld when its was op'd. 
Was fplendid elegant and great. 
Twelve dazzling lights I quickly faw. 
All chofen for the crofs to fight ; 
In one of them I found a flaw, 
And fpeedily put out that light. 
In regimentals did I drefs, 
Trimm'd with colours black and blue, 
A blazing ftar on the left breaft. 
Denotes a heart that's always true. 
Let none the Templar's name deny, , 

As Peter did the pafs forfake. 
Your cond-ia lull preferve from blame. 
And keep your heads free from the (lake. 
Unite your hearts and join your hands, 
In ev'ry folemn tie of love. 



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United (hall each Templar ftand, 

The virtue of his caufe to prove. 

Until the world is loft in fire, 

By order of the Trinity, 

The amazing world fliali ftill admire 

Our fteadfaft love and unity. 



SONG- -Royal Arch. 

WHEN orient wisdom beam'd ferenCj 

And pillar'd strength arofe ; 
When BEAUTY ting'd the glowing fcene. 

And FAITH her manfion chofe, 
Exulting bands the Fabric view'd ; 

Myfterious powers ador'd ; 
And high the Triple Union flood. 

That gave the Mystic Word, 

Pale envy wither' d at the fight, 

And frowning o'er the pile, 
Call'd murder up from realms of night, 

To blaft the glorious toil. 
With ruffian outrage join'd in wo. 

They form the league abhorr'd ; 
And wounded Science felt the blow, 

That crufh'd the Mystic Word. 

Concealment, from fequefter'd cave, 

On fable pinipns flew ; 
And o'er the facrilegious grave. 

Her veil impervious threw. 
The affociate band in folemn ftate, 

The awful lofs deplor'd ; 
And wifdom mourn'd the ruthlefs fate, 

That whelm'd the Mystic Wcru. 
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At length through time's expanded fphefe, 

Fair fcience fpeeds her way ; 
And warmM by truth's refulgence clear, 

Refledts the kindred ray. 
A fecond fabric's towering height, 

Proclaims the lign reftor'd ; 
From whofe foundation brought to light. 

Is drawn the Mystic Word. 

To depths obfcure, the favour'd Trine, 

A dreary courfe engAgff, 
Till thro' the arch, the ray divine. 

Illumes the facred page ! 
From the wide wonders of this blaze. 

Our ancient fign's reftor'd ; 
The royal arch alone difplays 

The long loft Mystic Word. 



SONG. 

YE thrice happy few, 

Whofe hearts have been true, 
In concord and unity found j 

Let's fmg and rejoice. 

And unite every voice. 
To fend the gay chorus around. 

To fend, &c. 

Cho. For like pillars we ftand, 

An immoveable band, 
Cemented by pow'rs above; 

Then freely let's pafs 

The generous glafs 
To mafonry, fi-iendfhip, and lore. 



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The GraiKj Archltea: 

Whofe word did erecfl 
l^ternity, meafure and fpac^^ 

Firft laid the fair plan 

On which we began, 
Cement of harmony and peace. 

Cement, &c. 

Cho. For like pillars, Sec. 

While firmnefs of lieart, 

Fair treafure of arts. 
To the eyes of the vulgar unknown, 

Whofe luftre can beam 

New dignity and fame 
O^ the pulpit, the bar, or the throne. 

On the, &c. 

Cho. For like pillars, &c. 

IndiiToluble bands, . 

Our hearts and our hands 
In fecial benevolence bind. 

For, true to his caufe, 

By iipinutable laws, 
^ mafon's a friend to mankin^ 

A mafon*s, &c. 

Cho. For like pillars, &c. 

Let joy flow around. 

And peace-olive abound, 
Preiide at our myftical rites, 

While candour maintains 

Our aufpicious domains, 
And freedom with order unites. 

And freedom. Sec. 

Cho* For like pillars, &c. 

Nor let the dear maid 
Our myfteries dread, 



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Nor think them repugnant to love ; 

To beauty we bend, 

And her empire defend, 
Her empire derived from above. 

Her empire, &c. 

Cho. For like pillars, &c. 

Then let's all unite, 

Sincere and upright. 
On die level of virtue to (land j 

No mortals can be 

More happy than we, 
With a brother and friend in each hand, 

With a brother, &c. 

Cho. For like pillars, &c. 

Ledyard's Praife of JVomen. 
THRO' many a land and clime a ranger, 

With toilfome fteps I've held my way, 
A lonely unprotected ftranger, 

To all the ftranger's ills a prey. 

While (leering thus my courfe precarious, 
My fortune ftill has been to find. 

Men's hearts and difpofitions various, 
But gentle woman ever kind. 

Alive in every tender feeling. 

To deeds of mercy always prone ; 

The wounds of pain and forrow healing, . 
With foft ccmpaiTion's fweeted tone..'; 

No proud delay, no dark fufplclon. 
Stints the free bounty of their heart ; 

They turn not from the, fad- petition, 
But cheerful aid at onc^ impart* 



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FormM In benevolence of nature. 
Obliging, modeft, gay, and mild. 

Woman's the fame endearing creature, 
In courtly town, and favage wild. 

When parch'd with thirft, with hunger wafted. 
Her friendly hand refrefliment gave ; 

How fweet the coarfeft food has tafted ! 
Wti3.t cordial in the fimple wave ! 

Her courteous looks, her words careffing, 
Shed comfort on the fainting foul ; 

Woman's the {granger's general blelfing. 
From fultry India to the Pole. 

SONG. 

TIME has not thinn'd my flowing hair. 
Nor bent me with his iron band. 

Ah ! why fo foon the bloffom tear. 
Ere autumn yet the fruit demand. 

Let me enjoy the pleafmg day. 

Ere many a year has o'er me rolPd, 

Still let me trifle life away. 

And fing of love ere I grow old. 

The mom of life ferenely rofe^ 

And blufli'd with beams too bright to lail. 
For foon a lucid cloud of woes 

The pleafing landfcape overcaft:. 

Gay fortune with alluring guife, 

Charm'd and deceiv'd my dazzled vlew^ 

For while with friendfliip fmil'd her eyes, 
Her hand the fatal poignay d drew. 



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But, hufli thy throbbing pulfe, defpair, 
The fun which nov/ envelop'd Icems 

Again may cheer the gloom of care. 

And gild thofe clouds which veil his beams. 

Nor always muft the tear be fhed, 
Nor always heavM the rending figh, 

The wounded heart muft ceafe to bleed, 
And forrow's flowing fount run dry. 



The Drum, 
COME each gallant lad, who for pleafure quits 

To the drum, to the drum, to the drum-head 

with fpirit repair : 
Each recruit here takes his glafs, 
And each young foldier with his lafs, 
Till the drum beats tattoo, 
Retire the fweet night to pafs. 

Each night gaily, lads, thus we merrily wade, 
Till the drum, till the drum, till the drum tells 

us 'tis paft. 
Piquet arms at dawn they fhine. 
While each drum ruffs it down the line. 
Now the drum beats reveille, 
Saluting the dawn divine. 

But hark ! yonder fhout, fee that ftandard alarms 
Now the drum, now the drum, now the drum 

beats loudly to arms, 
Kill'd and wounded how they" lie, 
Helter, (kelter fee them fly. 
Now the drum beats retreat. 
And we'll lire a feu de joy. 



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The Poor Child of a Tar. 

IN a little blue garment all ragged and torn, 

With fcarce any fhoes to his {ttt. 
His head quite uncover'd, a look all forlorn, 

And a cold ftony ftep for his feat, 
A boy cheerlefs fat, and as pafTengers pafs'd, 

With a voice that might avarice bar. 
Have pity, he cry -d, let your bounty be cad 

To a poor little child of a Tar. 

No mother I have, and no friend I can claim, 

Deferted and cheerlefs I roam ; 
My father has fought for his country and fame. 

But alas ! he may never come home 1 
Pinch'd by cold and by hunger, how haplefs my 
ftate, 

Diftrefs muH: all happinefs mar, 
Look down on my forrows and pity the fate, 

Of a poor little child of a Tar. 

By cruelty drove from a neat rural cot, 

Where once with contentment we dwelt, 
No friend to protect us, my poor mother's lot, 

Alas ! too feverely fhe felt ! 
Bow'd down by misfortune, death made her his 
own, 

And fnatch'd her to regions afar, 
Diftrefs'd and quite friendlefs, flie left me trt" 
moan, 

A poor little child of a Tar. 

Thus plaintive he mourn'd ; when a foldier that 
pafs'd, 
Stop'd a moment to give him relief, 



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He ftretch' J forth his hand, and a look on him 
caft, 
A look full of wonder and grief! 
What ! my William ! he cry'd, my poor little 
boy, 
With wealth I've returned from the war ; 
Thy forrows ihall ceafe, nor fhall grief more an- 
noy. 
The poor little child of a Tar. 



SONG. 

WHEN beating rains and pinching winds. 
At night attack the lab'ring hinds, 

And caus'd them to retire ; 
How fweet they pafs their time away, 
In fober talk and ruftic play 

htHd-Q the focial fire. 
Befide, &c. 

There many a plaintive tale is told. 
Of thofe who linger in the cold, 

With fighs and groans expire ; 
The mournful ftory ftrikes the ear. 
They heave a figh and drop a tear. 

And blefs their focial fire. 
And blefs, &c. 

The legendary tale comes next, 
With many an artful phrafe perplext. 

Which well the tongue might tire ; 
The windovsrs fhake, the ihutters crack, 
Each thinks a ghoft behind hi'j back, 

And hitches to the fire. 
^ Aud hitches, 5cc, 



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And now perhaps Tome humble fwain, 
Who fann'd the lover's flame in vain : 

With fighs and groans expire : 
Relates each ftratagem he play'd. 
To win the coy difdainful maid. 

And eyes the Ibcial fire, 
And eyes, &c. 

To this fncceeds a jocund fong, • 
From lungs lefs mufical than ftrong, 

And all to mirth afpire ; 
The humble roof returns the found, 
The focial can goes briikly round. 

And brighter burns the fire. 
And brighter, &c. 

Grant me kind heaven a ftate like this. 
When fimple ignprance is blifs, 

'Tis all that I require : 
And then to crown the joys of life, 
I'll feek a kind indulgent wife. 

To blefs the focial fire, 
To blefs, &c. 



The Rofe Tree. 

A ROSE tree ift full bearing, 

Had fweet flowers, fair to fee. 
One rofe beyond comparing. 

For beauty, attraded me ; 
Tho' eager once, to win it, 

When lovely, blooming, frefh and gay, 
I found a canker in it. 

And now, throw it far away* 
O 



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How fine this morning early ! 

The fiin fhlning fair and bright. 
So late I lov'd you dearly, 

Tho' loft now, each fond delight. 
The clouds feem big with fhowers. 

The fun beams no more are feen, 
Farewel, ye fleeting hours. 

Your falfehood has changed the fcene. 

When fair Aurora bluflies. 

And heaven's ferene and clear. 
The linnets, larks and thrulhes. 

With mufic delight the ear ; 
When ftorms begin to gather, 

And clouds veil the vaulted fkies, 
They bid adieu to pleafure. 

In filence, their mufic dies. 

So when you was my lover, 

I thought you was all divine, 
No blemiih could difcover, 

But, now, all your vices ftiine ; 
I find you are inconftant, 

You're falfe and fickle, as the wind, 
I'll think no more upon you, 

But banifh you from my mind. 



SONG. 

DIOGENES, furly and proud. 

Who fnarl'd at the Macedon youth. 

Delighted in wine that was good, 
Becaufe in good wine there is truth ; 



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But growing as poor as a Job, 

And unable to purchafe a flafk, 
He choie for his manfion a tub. 

And liv'd by the fcent of the cailc, 

And liv'd by the fcent of the caik. 
Heraclitus would nevr deny 

A bumper to cherifh his heart : 
And when he was maudlin, would cry, 

Becaufe he had empty *d his quart : 
Tho' fome were fo foolifh to think ^ 

He wept at men's folly and vice, 
'Twas only his cuftom to drink 

Till the liquor run out of his eyes. 
Democratus always was glad 

To tipple, aud cherifh his foul ; 
Would laugh like a man that was mad. 

When over a jolly full bowl. 
While his cellar with wine was well flor*d> 

His liquor he'd merrily quaff ; 
And, when he was drunk as a lord, 

At thofe that were fober he'd laugh. 

Copernicus too, like the reft, 

Believ'd there was wifdom in wine ; 
And ^new that a cup of the beft 

Made reafon the brighter to fhine : 
With wine he replenifh'd his veins, 

And made his philofophy reel ; 
Then fancy 'd the world, as his brains, 

Turn'd round like a chariot wheel. 
Arlftotle, tliat mafter of arts, 

Had been but a dunce without wipe^ 
J'or what we afcribe to his parts. 

Is due to the juice of the vine ; 



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His belly, fome authors agree, 

Was as big as a watering trough ; 

He therefore leaped into the fca, 
Becaufe he'd have liquor enough. 

When Pyrrho had taken a glafs. 

He faw that no object appearM 
Exadtly the fame as it was 

Before he had liquor'd his beard ; 
For things running round in his drink. 

While fober he motionlefs found, 
Occafion'd the fceptic to think 

There was nothing of truth to be found. 

Old Plato was reckoned divine, 

Who wifely to virtue was prone ; 
But, had it not been for good wine. 

His jnerit had never been known. 
By wine we are generous made ; 

It furniihes fancy with wings ; 
Without it, we ne'er fliould have had 

Philofophers, poets, or kings. 

SONG. 
PUSH about the bowl, boys. 
Here's no time for meaner joys ; 
Pufh about the bowl, boys, 

Here's no time for thinking ; 
Let us with hearts and hands unite. 
To do ourfelves the bumper's right, 
The bufmefs of this happy night 

Confifts alone in drinking. 

Drain the flowing bowl, boys, 
Wifdom at the bottom lies ; 



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Drain the flowing bowl, boys. 

Drive away all forrow : 
And thus away refledion rude, 
AH care was made for folitude, 
And we'll be fure (hould vice intrude, 

To bid her come to-morrow. 

He that balks a glafs, boys, 
Half his real blifs deftroys ; 
He that balks a glafs, boys, 

He's a forry fellow ; 
For v/ine with mirth will fill ,the knavej, 
And wine will make the coward brave, 
And cv'ry poor dejected Have 

As free as he is mellow. 

Give us each a lafs, boys, 

One who mod our minds employs ; 

Give us each a lafs, boys, 

Modeft and complying ; 
One whofe mind is rond of blifs, 
Who loves to aved to ivoo and kifs^ 
And cannot fee v/hat harm it is 

To fave a fwain from dying. 

Here's to nohle Jchues^ boys, 
Length of days and lading joys ; 
Here's to nolle fehes^ boys, 

This toaft v/iil bear repeating : 
When e'er we bid this houfe adieu, 
We'll drink to all who're found and traq, 
Sc- Here's to you, to you, and you, 

^Tili cur next happy meeting. 

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SONG. 

THE du{kj night rides down the fky. 

And ufhers in the morn, 
The hounds all join in jovial cry. 

The huntlman winds his horn. 

And a hunting we y/ill go, Sec, 
The wife around her hufband throw§ 

Her arms to make him ftay ; 
My dear, it rains, it hails, it blows. 

You cannot hunt to-day. 

Yet a hunting we will go, &c. 
Sly Reynard now like lightening flies, 

And fweeps acrofs the vale : 
But when the hounds too near he fpies, 

He drops his bufliy tail. 

Then a hunting, &c. 

Fond echo feems to like the fport>. 

And join the jovial cry ; 
The woods and hills the found retort. 

And mufic fills the fky. 

When a huntings &c.- 

At lafl his ftrength to faintnefs worn, 
Poor Reynard ceafes flight : 

Then hungry homeward we return 
To feafi: away the night. 

And a drinking, Sec. 

Ye jovial hunters in the morn, 
Prepare then for the chace ; 

Kife at the founding of the horn, 
And health with fport embrace. 

Wheii a hunting, &C. 



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SONG. 

THE fun from the eaft tips the mountains "witk 

gold, 
And the meads all befpangled with dew-drops 

behold : 
The lark early matin proclaims the new day, 
And the horn's cheerful fummons rebukes our 

delay : 
With the fports of the field there's no pleafure 

can vie, 
While jocund we follow the hounds in full cry. 

Let the drudge of the town make riches his fport> 
And the flaves of the ftate hunt the fmiles ojT the 

court : 
No care nor ambition our patience annoy, 
But innocence ftill gives a zell to our joy. 
With the fports of the field, 8cc. 

Manki'nd are all hunters in various degrees ;--. 
The prieft hunts a living, the lawyer a fee ; 
ITie doctor a patient, the courtier a place — 
Thp' often, like us, they're flung out with dif- 
gi-ace. 

With the fports of the field, &c. 

The cit hunts a plumb, the foldier hunts fanoe ; 
The poet a dinner, the patriot a name ; 
And the artful coquette, tho' Ihe feems to refufcj, 
Yet, in fpite of her airs, fhe her lover purfues* 
With the fports of the field, &c. 

Let the bold and the bufy hunt glory and wealth- 
All the bleffing we afk, is the bleffing of health ; 



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With hounds and with horns, thro' the woodlands 

we roam, 
And when tir'd abroad, find contentment at 

home. 
With the fports of the field, &c. 

SONG. 

ROUSE, roufe, brother fportfmen. 
The hounds are all out, 
The chace is begun I declare ; 
Come up, on to horfe. 
Let us follow the rout, 
And join in the chafe of the hare. 
Hark ! hark ! don't you hear, 
They're now in the dale, 
The horn how melodious it founds, tol Ic i. 
Poor pufs in a fright. 
How fhe ftrives to prevail, 
And flies from the cry of the hounds. 

Tho' up to the hills 
And the mountain (he fails. 
And feems to afcend to the fky ; 
We'll mount in the air, 
Like a kite in the gale, 
And follow the hounds in full cry. 
Tho' up to the copfc for refuge fhe flies, 
We'll have her 'tis twenty to odds, tol loh 
While echo furrounds us 
With hunting and cries. 
We feem to converfe with the gods. 

Our freedom with confciencc. 
Is never alarm'd ; 



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We are ftrangers to envy and ftrife i 

When bleft with a wife, 

We'll retire to her arms, 

Sport fweetens the conjugal life. 

Our days pafs away in fcenes of delight. 

Which kings in their coaches ne'er tafte, tol lol^ 

In pleaftires of love, 

We will revel all night. 

Next morning return to the chafe. 

Matrimonial Felicity* 

WHEN on thy bofom I recline, 
Enraptur'd ftill to call thee mine. 

To call thee mine for life ; 
1 glory in the facred ties, 
Which modern wits and fools defpife. 

Of hufband and of wife. 

One mutual flame infpires our blifs. 
The tender look, the melting kifs. 

E'en years have not deftroy'd. 
Some fweet fenfation ever new, 
Spring up and prove the maxim tmCj 

That love can ne'er be cloy'd. 

Have I a wifh, 'tis all for thee, 
Haft thou a wiOi, 'tis all for me. 

So like our moments move. 
That angels Took with ardent gaze. 
Well pleas'd to fee our happy days, 

Still bid us live and love. 

If cares arife, and cares will come. 
Thy bofom is my fafeft home, 



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O lull me there to ricft ; 
And if there aught difturb my fair, 
I bid her figh out all her care, 

Aixd lofe them in my breail. 

MARIA. 

y! favourite Ballad^ taken from Sterne, compofed bj 

Mr, Moulds, 
'TWAS near a thickfet's calm retreat. 

Under a poplar tree, 
Maria chofe her wretched feat, 

To mourn her forrows free : 
Her lovely form was fweet to view. 

As dawn at opening day, 
But ah, fhe mourned her love not true. 

And wept her cares away. 

The brook flow'd gently at her feet, 

In murmurs fmooth along : 
Her pipe, which once fhe tun'd mofl: fweet, 

Had now forgot its fong : 
No more to charm the vale fhe tries, 

For grief has filPd her breafl ; 
Thofe joys which once flie usM to prize. 

But love has robb'd her reft. 

Poor haplefs maid, who can behold 

Thy forrows fo fevere. 
And hear thy love-lorn ftory told, 

Without a falling tear : 
Maria, lucklefs maid, adieu ! 

Thy forrows foon muft ceafe, 
For Heav*n will take a maid fo true 

To everlafting peace. 



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SONG. 
FRIENDSHIP to ev'ry gen'rous mind 

Opens a heavenly treafure : 
There may the fons of forrow find 

Sources of real pleafure. 
See what employments men purfue, 
Then you will own my words are true : 
Friendfhip alone unfolds to view 

Sources of real pleafure. 
Poor are the joys which fools efteem, 

Fading and tranfitory : 
Mirth is as fleeting as a dream. 

Or a delufive ftory : 
Luxury leaves a fting behind, 
Wounding the body and the mind : 
Only in friendiliip can we find 

Pleafure and folid glory. 
Beauty with all its gaudy fliows. 

Is but a painted bubble : 
Short is the triumph wit beftows, 

Full of deceit and trouble : 
Fame, like a Ihadow, flees away, 
Titles and dignities decay ; 
Nothing but friendfhip can-difplay 

Joys that are free from trouble. 
Learning, (that boaftcd glittering thing) 

Scarcely is worth poffefling : 
Riches, forever on the wing, 

Cannot be called a bleffing ; 
Senfual pleafures fwell defire, 
Juft as the fuel feeds the fire : 
Friendfhip can real blifs infpire, 

Blifs that is worth poffeiling. 



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Happy the man that has a friend 

Form'd by the God of nature ; 

Well may he feel and recommend 

Friendfliip for his Creator. 
Then cts our hands in friendfhip join, 
So let our focial pow'rs combine, 
Rul'd by a paflion moft divine, 
Friendfhip with our Ci^eaton 



SONG. 

AS pafllng by a fhady grove, 

I heard a linnet fmg, 
\Vhofe fweetly plantive voice of love. 

Proclaim^ the cheerful fpring. 
His pretty accents feem'd to flow. 

As if he knew no pain, 
His downy throat he tun*d fo fweet» 

It echo'd o'er the plain. 

Ah ! happy warbler, (I reply*d) 

Contented thus to be ; 
'Tis only harmony and love. 

Can be compar'd to thee. 
Thus perchM upon the fpray, you ftand 

The monarch of the ihade ; 
And even fip ambrofial fweets. 

That glow from ev'ry glade. 

Did man poffefs but half thy blifs, 

How joyful might he be ! 
But man was never form'd far this, 

*Tis only joy for the?. 



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Then farewel, pretty bird, (I faid) 
Purfue thy plantive tale, 

And let thy tuneful accents fpread 
All o*er the fragrant vale. 



SONG. 

RETURNING home, acrofs the plain, 

From market, t'other day, 
A fudden florm of wind and rain 

O'ertook me by the way : 
With fpeed I tript it o'er the ground, 

To find fome kinder fpot, 
And from the ftorm a fhelter founds 

In Lubin's rural cot. 

This fwain had long poflefs'd a flame, • 

But modeftly conceaPd ; 
Nor till tliofe fav'ring moments came, 

His paffion e'er reveal'd : 
Will you confent, fweet maid, cried he^ 

To fhare my humble lot ; 
Return, my love, and miftrefs be, 
^t)f Lubin's rural cot. 

He fpoke fo fair it pleas'd my mind, 

I blufliing, anfwer'd yes ; 
He fwore he would be true and kind, 

And feal'd it with a kifs : 
Next day the wedding ring was bought? 

I all my fears forgot ; 
And bleft the day I Ihelter fo^ight, 

In Lubin's rural cot. 



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SONG. 
I*VE found my fair, a true lore knot, 

'Tis loofe by fome difafter, 
Come then with me to yonder grot. 

And let us tie it fafter : 
Or Ihall we to the grove repair, 

There is no time to dally. 
The church, the prieft awaits us there, 

Let's tie the knot, my Sally. 

Methinks the knot was furely laid. 

By Cupid's fond direction. 
To prove, my fweet, my charming maid, 

The cement of affedlion ; 
'Tis form'd by fome immortal hand. 

Come, let us leave the valley. 
And join in Hymen's filken band, 

Let's tie the knot, my Sally. 

No hand can e'er the band untie. 

When once we are united ; 
For every guardian faint is by. 

When lover's vows are plighted : 
The deed recorded is above, 

Then let's not fhilly fiially. 
Oh, let us hafte, my charming love. 

And tie the knot, my Sally. 



The Free Thinker ^ or Demotte^s reafons for refufmg to 

hear preaching, 

I'M plagu'd with my friends, and my neighbours 

to boot, 
To know what religion my confcience would 

fuit ; 



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If I never am favM, I'll fpeak as I think, 

1*11 wifh mankind were better, and take a good 

drink. 
Some call me a Quaker, fome call me a Jew, 
Some fay I the laws of Mahomet purfue ; 
But if Pve good liquor, I'll fill to the brink, 
I'll wifli mankind better, and take a good drink. 
I've read the opinions of wife men and fools. 
In claflical authors, who taught in the fchools ; 
And philofophy teaches me, freely to think. 
To love God and man, and to take a good drink. 
The good church of England I like very well. 
Good Papifts, or Baptifts, will ne'er go to hell ; 
But the principal duty for mankind, I think. 
Is to have charity for all men, and take a good 

drink. 
I hope tjie DlfTenters may all be forgiven. 
And Whitefield and Sandyman both go to hea- 
ven ; 
But many poor fouls, to the bottom will fmk, 
For the want of good reafon, as well as good 

drink. 
Perhaps fome may call me a bold libertine. 
But let them to reafon one moment incline : 
Their eyes will be open'd, with me they'll all 

think. 
They'll be jovial and free, and they'll take a 

good drink. 
So here's the opinion of honeft Demotte, 
Who loves to enjoy both his friend and his pot. 
O'er a cup of good liquor he ne'er fleeps a wink, 
But is jovial and free, and he takes a good drink. 



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The Wandenng Sailor. 
THE wandering failor ploughs the main, 
A competence in life to gain. 
Undaunted braves the ftormy feas, 
To find, at laft, content and eafe : 
In hopes, when toil and danger's o'er. 
To anchor on his native Ihore. 

When winds blow hard, and mountains roll. 
And thunders fhake from pole to pole, 
Tho' dreadful waves furrounding foam. 
Still flatt'ring fancy wafts him home, 
In hopes when toil and danger's o'er, 
To anchor on his native fliore. 

When round the bowl, the jovial crew 
The earlj fcenes of youth renew, 
Tho' each his favourite fair will boafl, 
This is the univerfal toaft — 
May we, when toil and danger's o'er, 
Caft anchor on our native fhore ! 



SONG. 

AS you mean to fet fail for the land of delight. 

And in wedlock's foft hammocks to fwing ev'ry 
night, 

If you hope that your voyage fuccefsful ihould 
prove. 

Fill your fails with aifcclion, your cabin with love. 
Fill your fails y &c. 

Let your hearts, like the mainmafl:, be ever up- 
right, 

And the uoion you boaft, like our tackle, be tight ; 



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Of the fiioals of Indifference be fure to keep clear. 
And tiie quickfands of Jealoufy never come near. 
And the quichfands, 8cc. 

If hufbands e'er hope to live peaceable lives, 
They muft reckon themfelves, give the helm to 

their wives ; 
For the evener we gOy boys, the better we fail, 
And on fhip-board the helm is ftill rul'd by the 

tail. 

And onjh'ip-loard. Sec, 

Then lift to your pilot, my boy, and be wife ; 
If my precepts you fcorn, and my maxfms defpife, 
A brace of proud antlers your brows may adorn, 
And a hundred to one but you will double Cape- 
Horn. 

And a hundred^ &c. 

The Storm, 
CEASE, rude Boreas, bluft'ring railer ! 

Lift, ye landfmen, all to me ! 
Meifmates, hear a brother failor 

Sing the dangers of the fea ; 
From boundifig billows firft in motion. 

When the diftant whirlwinds rife. 
To the tempeft troubled ocean, 

WTiere the feas contend with ilcies ! 
Hark ! the boatfwain hoarfely bawling, 

By topfail fheets, and" haulyards ftand ! 
Down top-gallants quick be hauling, 

Down your ftay-fails, hand, boys, hand ! 
Now it frefhens, fet the braces, 

The topfail-fheets now let go ! 



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Luff, boys, luff, don't make wry faces, 
Up your topfails nimbly clew. 

Now all you on ^own beds fporting. 

Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms ; 
Frefli enjoyments, wanton courting, 

Safe from all but love's alarms : 
Round us roars the tempeft louder ; 

Think what fears our minds enthraU j 
Harder yet, it yet blows harder, 

Now again the boatfwain calls 1 

The topfail yards point to the wind, boys. 

See all clear to reef each courfe ; 
Let the fore-iheet go, don't mind, boys, 

Though the weather Ihould be worfe. 
Fore and aft the fprit-fail yard get, 

Reef the mizen, fee all clear. 
Hands up, each preventure brace fet, 

Man the fore-yard, cheer, lads cheer ! 

Now the dreadful thunder's roaring, 

Peal on peal contending clafli, 
On our heads fierce rain falls pouri«g, 

In our eyes blue lightnings flalh. 
One wide water all around us. 

All above us one blaxrk fky, 
Different deaths at once furround us, 

Hark ! what means the dreadful cry ? 

The foremaft's gone, cries every tongue out^ 
O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck ; 

A leak beneath the cheft-tree's fprung out, 
Call all hands to clear the wreck. 

Qnick the lanyards cut to pieces, 
Come, my hearts, be iloit and bold j 



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Plumb the well — the leak increafes. 
Four feet water in the hold. 

While o^er^ the (hip wild waves are beating, 

We for wives or children mourn ; 
Alas ! from hence there's no retreating., 

Alas ! to them there's no return* 
Still the leak is gaining on us ! 

Both chain piamps are chok'd below, 
Heav'n have mercy here upon us ! 

For only that can fave us now. 

O'er the lee-beam is the land, boys. 

Let the guns overboard be thrown ; 
To the pump come ev'ry hand, boys. 

See ! our mizen mall: is gon^f. 
The leak we've found it can't pour fail, 

We've lighten'd her a foot or more ; 
Up, and rig a jury foremaft, 

She rights, flie rights, boys, we're o^ fhore. 

Now once more on joys we*re thinking. 

Since kind Heav'n has fav'd our lives i 
Gome, the can, boys 1 let's be drinking 

'To our fweethearts and our wives ; 
Fill it up, about fhip wheel it, 

Clofe to our lips a brimmer join, 
Where's the tempeft now, who feels it ? 

None — the danger's drov/n'd in wine. 

TUNE— « T7je top-fails Jlo'i-ner in the wlnd^^^ 
THE Sailor ploughs the ftormy main, 

.Alarm'd by na weak fear ; 
His anxious heart but hopes to gain, 
The port where lives his dear : 



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As points the needle to the pole. 
So JLift and true the failor's foul. 
The Gordlan knot's not half fo ftrong. 

As that we feamen tie ; 
For abfence fliort, or abfence long, 

AfFefts not conftancy : 
A gallant failor fcorns deceit. 
And love and courage ever meet. 
Let fops whine out a fubtle tale. 

With lies and envy fraught ; 
Oh ! think when blows the ftubborn gale 

On you we fix our thought : 
Each jolly tar when far away, 
Will by each gale, a figh convey. 
The poles, however diftant wide. 

How wide the planets roll. 
The tar who fears not wind or tide. 

Will thus declare his foul : 
The poles fhall join, the planets meet, 
Ere we betray — or, love deceit. 
Columbia's fhores our fpirits warm> 

Our dangers paft we fcorn ; 
'Tis only lovers know the charm. 

When we to home return ; 
We rapid fly to fond embrace. 
And tears of joy bedeck each face. 

SONG. 

MY dearefi; life, wert thou my wife. 

How happy fhould I be. 
And all my care in peace and war. 

Should be to pleafure tliee. 



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When up and down from town to town, 

We jolly foldiers rove ; 
Then you, my queen, in chaife-marine. 

Shall move like queen of love 

Your love I'd prize beyond the {kies, 

Beyond the fpoils of war ; 
Would^ft thou agree to follow me, 

In humble baggage car. 
For happinefs, tho' in diftrefs, 

In foldiers' wives is feen ; , 
And pride in coach has more reproach, 

Thanlove in chaife-marine* 

Oh ! do not hold your love in gold. 

Nor f^ your heart on gain ; 
Behold the great, with all their ftatc. 

Their lives are care and pain. 
In houfe or tent, I pay no rent. 

Nor care nor trouble fee ; 
But ev'ry day I get ray pay. 

And fpend it merrily. 

Love not the knaves, great fortune's flaves, 

WHio lead ignoble lives ; 
Nor deign to fmile on men fo vile. 

Who fight none but their wives- 
For liberty and you we fight, 

And ev'ry ill defy : 
Should but the fair reward our care, ■ 

With love and conftancy- 

If fighs, nor groans, nor tender moans. 
Can will your harden' d heart ; 

Let love in arms, with all his charms. 
Then take afoldier's part.- 



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With fife and drum the foldiers come. 

And all the pomp of war ; 
Then don't think mean of chaife-marine, 

'Tis love's triumphant car. 

SONG. 

THE wealthy fool, with gold in (lore, 

Will dill defire to grow richer, 
Give me but health, I afk no more, 

My charming girl, my friend and pitcher. 
My friend fo rare, my girl fo fair, 

With fuch, what mortal can be richer ; 
Give me but thefe, a fig for care. 

With my fv/eet girl, my friend and pitcher. 
From morning fun I'd never grieve 

To toil a hedger or a ditcher, 
If that, when 1 came home at eve, 

I might enjoy my friend and pitcher. 

My friend fo rare, &c. 
Tho' fortune ever fliuns my door, 

I know not what can thus bewitch her ; 
With all my heart can I be poor, 

With my fweet girl, my friend and pitcher. 
My friend fo rare, &c. 

SONG. 
WHEN innocence and beauty meet. 

To add to lovely female grace. 
Ah, how beyond expreffion fweet. 

Is every feature of the face ! 
By virtue ripen'd from the bud. 

The flower angelic odours breeds ; 



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The fragrant charms of being good, 
Makes gaudy vice to fmell like weeds. 

Oh, facred Virtue ! tune my voice, 
With thy infpiring harmony ; 

Then I (hall fmg of rapturous joys. 
Which fill my foul with lo"Ve of thee. 

To lafting brightnefs be refin'd, 
When this vain fhadow flies away ; 

Th' eternal beauties of the mind 
Will laft when all things elfe decay. 



The Exile of Erin. 

THERE came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, 
The dew on his thin robe hung heavy and chill, 
For his country he figh'd when at twilight re- 
pairing, 
To wander alone on the wind beaten hill. 
The day-ftar attracted his eye's fad devotion. 
For it rofe o'er his own native tale of the ocean, 
Where once in the glow of his youthful emotion j 
He fang the bold anthem o£ Erin go brah I 

O fad is my fate ! faid the heart broken Gran- 
ger, 
The wild deer and wolf, to a covert can fly ; 
But I have np refuge from famine and danger, 
A houfe and a country remain not for me. 
Ah ! never again in the green fhady bovvers, 
Where my forefathers liv'd, fhall I pafs the gay 

hours ; 
Nor cover my harp with the wild woven flowers, 
Nor ftrike to the numbers of Erin go brah ! 



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O where is my cabin door faft by the wild wood ? 

Sifters and fire, did ye weep for its fall ? 

Vv^here is the mother that watch'd o*er my child- 
hood ? 

And where is the bofom that's dearer tlian all ? 

Ah cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me 

In a mantion of peace, whence no perils can 
chgfe me ? 

Ah ! never again will my brothers embrace me, 

They died to defend, or they live to deplore. 

Yet all its ifond recolledtions fuppreffing. 
One dying wifh my lone bofom fliall bear, 
Erin, an exile, bequeaths thee his bleffing, 
Land of my forefathers — Erin go Irab ! 
Buried and cold, when my heart flills its motion. 
Green be thy fields, fweeteft ifie of the ocean ! 
And tliy harp-ftringing bards, fmg aloud with 

devotion 
Erin nm vourin — Erin go hrah I 

SONG. 

ONCE I was blind and could not fee, 

And all was dark around ; 
But Providence did pity me, 
And foon a friend I found ; 
Thro' fecret paths my friend me led ; 
Such paths as babblers never tread. 

With a fa, la, la, &c. , 

All ftumbling blocks he took away, 

That I might walk fecure ; 
And bro't me long e'er break of day, 
To Soi'.s bjiglit temple door 5 



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Where there we both admittance foun4> 
By power of magic, fpells and found. 
The curbpr of my bold attempt, 

Did then my breaft alarm ; 
And hinted I was not exempt. 
If rafti, from double harm ; 
Which quickly ftopt my rifing pride. 
And made me truft more to my guide. 
In folemn pace I was led up, 

And pafs'd through the bright dome, 
But foon I was oblig'd to ftop. 
Till I myfelf made known. 
Then round in ancient form was brought, 
T* obtain the favour that I fought. 
With humble pofture and due form, 

I liften'd with good will ; 
And found, inftead of noife and llorm, 
That all was hufli'd and ftill ; 
And foon a heavenly found did hear, 
That quite difpell'd all doubt and fear. 
The guardian of this myftic charm. 

In fhining jewels dreft. 
Said, that I need to fear no harm, 
If faithful was my breaft ; 
For tho' to rogues he was fevere. 
No harm an honeft man need fear. 

Bright wifdom, from his awful throne. 

Bade darknefs to withdraw ; 
No fooner faid, but it was done, 
And then— great things I faw ; 
But what they were — I now won't tell. 
But fafely in my breaft Ihall dwell. 



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Tlien round and round me he did tie 

An ancient noble charm ; 
Which future darknefs will defy, 
And ward off cowans harm : 
Then I return' d from whence I came, 
Not what I was, but what I am. 



The SentimenfaliJ!. 

NOW we're launched on the world, 
With our fails all unfurl'd, 
'Fore the wind, down the tides proudly pofting ; 
May the voyage of life, 
Free from temped and ftrife. 
Prove as calm as a fmooth water coafliing ; 
But fliould fome fudden fquall, incidental to all, 

Roufe aip reafon to reef every fail, boys, 
May it be yours and my lot to have fuch a pi- 
lot, ■ 
When pafllon incrcafes the gale, boys. 

For to what point foe'er 

Of the compafs we deer. 
While the helm ftill obeys our diredion ; 

'Tis as true as the light. 

That the fports of thejiight 
Will ne'er Ihrink from the morning's reflec- 
tion. 
And when reft or refrefhment fucceeds work or 

play. 
Of enjovment from both to be certain ; 
May true friendfhip's hand draw the cork ev'ry 

day, 
And true love cv'ry night draw the curtair. 



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But blow high ar blow low. 
Let it rain, freeze, or fnow, 
And clay cold and wet fhould our bii-th be ; 
The lamb newly {horn, 
Shews the blaft may be borne. 
Let our ftation on fea or on earth be. 
And as poor JElobin Redbreaft will chirp on the 
fpray, 
Alnioil ftripp'd by the frofl of each feather, 
May a confcience as clear as the fan at noon-day," 
Keep us warm in the coldeil of weather. 



T'Jds Gleaners. 

WHEN the rofy morn appearing, 

Paints with gold the verdant lawn. 
Bees, on banks of thyme difporting. 

Sip the fweets, and hail the dawn ; 
See, content, the humble gldaners. 

Take the fcatter'd ears that fall : 
Nature, all her children viewing, 

Kindly bounteous, cares for ail. 

Warbling birds, the fpring proclaiming 
Carol fweet th' enlivening ftrain i 

They forfake their leafy dvrelling, 
To fecure the golden grain. 
See, content, Sec. 

When his weary tafk is over. 
Ended with the fetting fun. 

Soon the mind forgets its labour, 
To his lowly cot does run. 
See, content, &-c. 



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Lifping babes all fly to meet him. 

And receive a father's pray'r ; 
His lov*d partner fmiles to fee them 

Climb, the envy'd kifs to fhare. 
See, content, &c. 

Balmy deep attends his pillow, 
Free from forrow, free from fear ; 

Heav'n-born guards each moment watch him, 
Peace and innocence live here. 
See, content, &c. 



The luaves were hujh'd. 

THE waves were hufhM — the fky ferene, 

When failing on the main, 
Ben from the main-top viewM the fcene, 

And fung in tender ftrain : 
Dear Sail, this pi6lure round my neck, 

Which bears thy likenefs true,* 
Shall e'er my faithful bofom deck, 

Which throbs for only you. 
Still was the night when laft on fhore. 

We took a parting kifs. 
And warm the vows each other fwore. 

To meet again in blifs : 
A token then my Sally gave, 

*Tis this which now 1 view — 
And in my heart fhall ever live. 

Which throbs for only you. 
Sweet Sail, "vvherever you may rove. 

Ah kindly think on me, 
And this dear femblance of my love. 

Shall prove J doat on thee : 



Wherever bound by night or day. 

Still as the needle true, 
My conilant heart ihall never ftray, 

Which throbs for only you. 



A SEA SONG. 
TUNE — Lifers Me a Sea, 

LET the toaft be love and beauty. 

While we quaff the gen'rous wine ; 
Bacchus calls us to our duty, 

Whereas the %vretch that dare repine f 
Life we know's afcene of trouble, 

Jolly meirmates ne'er defpair ; 
We can prove the Vv^orld ,a bubble. 

Sailing on the feas of -care. 

W' hile to windward we are plying, 

Stiiflly here "Life's compafsview^ 
And the fliiv'ring topfails flying. 

Bid yon craggy faore adieu." 
Pleafmg gales around us veering, ^ 

While on board the " Good Intent -j'* 
Like true feamen wifely fteering 

To the " Harbour of content.'* 

Gaily failing on the ocean. 

Fill brave boys the flowing can ; 
Trim the fails, cbferve their motion, 

Fame and honour lead the van. 
Let your pilot be difcretion, 

While the raging billows roar ; 
Providence by InterceiTion 

Lands us fafely on the ihorc. 
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Ellen's Fate deferves a Tear. 

IN life's morn a maiden gay, 

Meek Ellen wander'd light and free ; 
Where pleafure wing'd the fhining day. 

Among the flowery wilds of Dee : 
In beauty like the vernal fcene. 
Like balmy gales her mind ferene : 
Till lucklefs love her heart opprefs'd. 
And banifh'd from her bofom reft. 
Now ihe "^varbles foft and flow. 
Madrigals of plaintive wo ; 
Hear the tale, in pity hear, 
Ellen's fate deferves a tear. 

A pcnfive pilgrim doom'd to ftray. 
Her drains a fettled grief impart. 
But ftill the love-lamenting lay 

Is foothing to the mourner's heart ; 
Her fongs no more from frenzy flow, 
Her wildnefs now is chang'd to wo, 
Which ftill delight in tuneful lays, 
To fmg of love ind happier days. 
Now fhe warbles foft and flow. 
Madrigals of plaintive wo ; 
Hear the tale, in pity hear, 
Ellen's fate deferves a tear. 



TUNE — Dibdin's Sailor^ s Journal. 

WHEN morn's approach had banifh'd night. 
And lovely May the world was cheering,. 

My infant boy beheld the light, 

To greet a mother's fond endearing. 



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Jlis beauties cliarm'd the village round. 

So like his dad were all expreffing, 
In June the chriftening bowl went round. 

And fweetly fmil'd a parent's blefling. 
'Twas Auguft — fcarce three years were o'er- 

And fweetly he began to prattle, 
When an old lliiprfiate reach'd the Ihore, 

To tell his dad had fell in battle. 
I wept — refle(5lion dry'd my tears ; i 

My boy requir'd each fond careffing ; 
And with maternal hopes and fears 

I watch'd a widow'd parent's bleffing. 
When bleak November's winds did blow. 

To fea his daring fpirit ventur'd, 
To part, m y breaii was fraught with wo, 

For every hope in him was centered. 
Five times December's moon had paft, 

Deform'd by ftoryns full oft diftreffing, 
When o'er the beach tript home inhafte, 

To glad my heart, a parent's bleflingo 

SONG. 
A SOLDIER is the nobleft nam^ 
EnroU'd upon the lifts of fame, 

His country's pride and boaft ; 
Honour, the glorious bright reward. 
For which the hero draws his fword. 

Should ne'er be ftaln'd or loft. 
To guard her rights and liberties, 

Jlis duty and his care ; 
*The brave and worthy to refpe<51:. 
And to the verge of life proted 

The innocent and fair. 



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When glory fent her legions forth, 

Her influence fpread from fouth to nortli, 

There freedom foon appear'd. 
*Twas there fhe found her favVite Son, 
Through all the world his name is known, 

Through ail the world rever'd ; 
When fmiling, thus the goddefs Ipoke, 

" Columbia's fons draw near ; 
A foldier's duty ne*er forget, 
Behold the great example fet, 

llie fchool of honour here." 



The JHfrican. 

WIDE over the tremulous fea 

The moon fpread her mantle of light, 
And the gale gently dying away, 

Breath'd foft on the bofom of night : 
On the forecalile Maraton ftood, 

And pour'd forth his forrowful tale ; 
' His tears fell unfeen in the flood. 

His fighs pafs'd unheard in the gale. 

Ah, wretch \ in his anguilh he cry'd, 

From country and liberty torn j 
Ah ! Maraton, would thou hadft died. 

Ere o'er the fait waves thou wert borne. 
Flow ye tears, down my cheek ever flow, 

Soft fleep from mine eye-lids depart. 
And fl:iil let the arrow of wo 

Drink deep of the dream of my heart. 

But hark ! — on the filence of night, 
My Adela's accents J hear ! 



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And mournful, beneath the wan light, 
I fee her lov'd image appear ; 

Oh Maraton ! — hafte thee, Ihe cries, 
Where the reign of oppreffion is o'er ; 

The tyrant is robb'd of his prize, 
And Adela forrows no more. 



The Snthr, 

IF round the world poor failors roam. 
And bravely do their duty. 

When danger's pad they find a home, 
With each his favourite beauty. 

For Nan, and Sue, and Moll, and Befs, 
And fifty more delight them. 

And when tlieir honied lips they prefs, 
Who fays it don't requite them ? 

If rich he comes, what pleafure then, 

If Nancy does not fliare it, 
If poor, he fcorns then to complain, 

For Nancy too will bear it. 

*What lubber then like him fo gay, 
His grog drowns all his forrow, 
For, if it fhould be foul to-day, 
"' 'Tis fure to right to-monow. 

He fprings on fhore, aflur'd to meet 
The partner lov'd mod dearly. 

In merry dance, with nimble feet, 
To pipe and tabor cheerly^ 



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The Seaman. 

YHE man whofe life is on the feas, 

No harping cares mojeft, 
His hopes ftill frelhen with the breeze. 

His thoughts in Nancy bleft ; 
The hardeft fortune he can bear, 

Since love his labour charms, 
'Tis Nancy's image foothes his care, 
. Tho' abfent from her arms. 

His happy bofom knows no ill. 

He fmgs his cheerful fong, 
While, round, the flip his meffmates fill, 

Nor think the mid-watch long. 
The helm's-man now he ready Hands, 

With love's fweet hope imprefl ; 
The wheel ftill governed by his hands. 

The compafs in his breaft. 



Honeji Ned. 

NED oft had brav'd the field of battle, 

Had oft endur'd the keeneft wo, 
Had been where deep-mouth'd cannons rattle, 

And oft been wounded by the foe ; 
His heart was kind — to fear a ft ranger. 

The name of foldier was his pride ; 
He nobly fcorn'd to flirink from danger. 
And on the bed of honour died. 
For, faid Ned, whate'er befalls, 

A foldier fcorns to flinch or whine, 
He'll cheerly go where duty calls. 
And brave all ills, but ne'er repine. 



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Ned lov'd fmcere the charming Kitty, 

She faw with tears her foldier go, 
And pray'd kind Heaven to grant her pity, 

And fhield her Edward from the foe ; 
My love, he cried, thy grief give over, 

Thofe tears difgrace a foldier's bride, 
But haplefs Kitty loft her lover. 

Who on the bed of honour died. 

For, faid Ned, See, 

Though war's dread trumpet flew around him. 

Though difmal groans afTail'd his ear, 
Firm in her intereft honour found him, 

Unus'd to fliame, untaught by fear : 
Such was his valour, fuch his merit, 

His country's welfare was his pride. 
He, pierc'd by wounds, maintain'd his fpirit, 

And on the bed of honour died. 

For, faid Ned, &c. 



T/je Toung Man's W'ljh. 
FREE from the buftle, care and ftrifc, 
Of this fhort variegated life, 

let me fpend my days 

In rural fweetnefs, w^ith a friend, 
To whom my mind I may unbend. 
Nor cenfure heed, or praife. 

Riches bring cares — I afk not wealth. 
Let ine enjoy but peace and health, 

1 envy not the great : 

'Tis thefe alone can make me bleft ; 
The riches take of eaft and weft, 
I claim not thefe, or ftate. 



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Though not extravagant nor near, 

But through the well fpent chequer'd year, 

I*d have enough to live ; 
^o drink a bottle with a friend, 
Affift him in diftrefs, ne'er lend, 

But rather freely give. 

I too would wifh, to fweeten life, 
A gentle, kind, good-natur'd wife. 

Young, fenfible and fair ; 
One who could love hut me alone, 
Prefer my cot to e*er a throne. 

And footh my every care. 

Thus happy with my wife and friend, 
My life t cheerfully would fpend. 

With no vain thoughts oppreft ; 
If Heav'n has blifs for me in ftore, 
O grant me this, I alk no more, 

And I am trulv bleft. 



SONG. 

AWAKE, my mufe, with fprightHeft lay. 
And fuig the charms of verdant ^ay, 

The pride of all the year — 
Reclin'd by fome fair river fide, 
Whofe chriftal ft reams foft murmVIng glide. 

And countlefs fweets appear. 

Hark from amid yon vocal buHi, 
TLe blackbird, linnet and the thrufti. 



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In concert tune the lay ; 
Or in fome filent midnight hour 
Her plaint fad Philomela pour. 

From off the leafy fpray. 

Now beauteous nature fmiles around. 
And varied tints adorn the ground. 

And every valley fmgs : 
The rifing crops on yonder hills 
With hope the farmer's bofom fills, 

What joys the feafon brings. 

Hail ! happy month, when Albions fair- 
On every verdant walk appear, 

And ftrike the admiring eye : 
Or in feme clofe fequeftered grove. 
They liften to fome tale of love, 

Secure from every eye. 

But, charminp^ maid, with caution move. 
Nor let that falfe intruder love 

Thy happy bread invade ; 
Truft not too far enticing man. 
Who in this yieldi.-ig feafon can 

To what he will perfuade. 
» 
But choofe fome youthful, fpotlefs mind. 
Who free from all deceit you find, 

To him be kind and true ! 
Then wiflies foft, and rapt'rous joy, 
Shall all your ravifh'd thoughts employ* 

And every month be May. 
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SONG. 

COME let us prepare. 

We Brothers that are 
AlTembled on merry occafion ; 

Let's be happy and fmg, 

For life is a fpring 
To a Free and an Accepted Mafon. 

The world is in pain 

Our fecrets to gain, 
And ft ill let them wonder and gaze on : 

They ne'er can divine 

The word or the fign 
Of a Free and an Accepted Mafon. 



'Tis this and 'tis that. 

They cannot tell what, 
Nor why the great men of the nation 

Should aprons put pw, 

And make themfelves one 
With a Free and an Accepted Mafon= 

Great Kings, Dukes, aii& Lords, 
Have laid by their fwords, 

Our myft'ry to put a good grace on, 
And ne'er been alham'd 
To hear themfelves nam'd 

V/ith a Free and an Accepted Mafon. 

Antiquity's pride. 
We have on our fide, 



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To keep up our old repujiation : 

There's nought but what's good 
To be underftood 

By a Free and an Acceptect Mafon. 

We're true and fmcerc, 

And juft to the fair, 
They'll truft us on any occafion : 

No mortal can more 

The ladies adore, 
Than a Free and an Accepted Mafon. 

Then join hand in hand, 

By each Brother firm ftand, 
Let's be merry and put a bright face on i 

What mortal can boall 

So noble a toaft 
As a Free and an Accepted Mafon. 

CHORUS. 

No mortal can boaft 1 

So noble a toaft ^ > Three tinns. 

As a Free and an Accepted Mafon. J 



The JVoodman, 

FAR remov'd from noife or frnoke, 
Hark ! I hear the Woodman^s ftroke. 
Who dreams not as he fells the oak, 

The mifchief dire he brews : 
How art may fhape his falling treesj 
In aid of luxury and eafe, 



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He weighs not matters fuch as thcfe,- 
But fmgs, and hacks and hews. 

Perhaps, now fell'd by this bold man. 
That tree fliall form the fpruce fedan, * 
Or wheelbarrow, where oyfter Nan 

So runs her vulgar rig : 
The ftage, where boxers crowd in flocks, 
Or elfe a quack's, perhaps the flocks. 
Or pofts for figns, or barber's blocks, 

Where fmiles the parfon's wig. 

Thou mak'ft, bold peafant, oh what grief, 
The gibbet on which hangs the thief, 
The feat where fits the grave Lord Chief, 

The throne, the cobler's ftall — 
Thou pampereft life in every ftage, 
Mak'ft folly's whim, pride's equipage. 
For children toys — crutches for age. 

And coffins for us all. 

Yet juftlce let us itill afford, 
Thefe chairs and this convivial board, 
' The bin that holds gay Bacchus' hoard, 

Confefs the Woodman's ftroke : 
He made the prefs that bled the vine, 
The butt that holds the generous wiiu'^-r- 
7-he hall itfelf where tiplers join 

To crack the mirthful joke. 



The Shepherd Boy. 

ONCE friends I had, but ah ! too foon. 
Death robb'd me of my parents dear. 



Left me to rrpurn my wretched doom. 
And wander f riendlefs in defpair ; 

Forlorn o'er hills and dales I rov'd, 
Depriv'd of ei^'ry earthly joy. 

At length a fwain, by pity mov^d. 
Made me an humble Shepherd's Boy. 

Soon as I view the daf/n of day, 

To flow'ry plains my flocks I lead. 
And whiiil for food my lambkins ftray, 

On feme lone bank I tune my reed. 
Did thofe who bathe in feeming biifSj> 

Once tafte the fweets that I enjo};-. 
They'd wifh' for humble happinefs. 

And envy me the Shepherd Boy. .* 

When dov7n the weftern fky, the fun 

Defcends to gladden eaftern climes^ 
'Tis then my daily toil is done, 

A.nd I to rePc repair betimes ; 
In ruftic garb 'tis true I'm clad, 

Yet nothing does my peace annoy. 
And tho' my fortune is but fad. 

Still Heaven may blefs the Shepherd Boy, 



I'he Girl of my Heart. 

HOW fweet is the breeze at eve's modeft hour, 

When it murmurs yon lime trees am.ong ; 
Vv'hen the blackbird and thrufh fo enchantingly 
pour 
Their melodious fweetnefs of fong ; 
When fiowly adown from the warm glowing wefl, 
The bright fun is feen to depart, 
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When all paflions but love are hufa'd into reft, 
I fly to the girl of my tieart. 

My Anna is gentle, is lovely and kind. 

Her bofom true fympathy warms ; 
^Enchanting alike are her perfon and mind, 

Each poffeires a portion of charms ; 
For a maiden fo lovely, — a charmer fo bright, 

Who ufes no coquelifh art ; 
I refign all the trifles diat others deliglit. 

And fly to the girl of my heart. 

Her eyes that fo languidly fpeak foft denrc. 

Her cheeks that fo rival the rofr. 
In my bofom the fofteft emotions inlpire, 

And charm my fond heart to repofe ; 
And when her fweet accents enraptur'd I hear. 

Through my foul they fo thriUingly dart ; 
Oh ! what founds of fwoet melody ftiike my 
rapt ear, 

When 1 meet — the fweet girl of my heart. 



A SEA SONG. 

TUNE — Dibdins Cheljea Penfwner. 

ON board the good fliip Molly 

I failM from Portfmouth Sound, 
And left behind my Polly, 

To trace the world around. 
To fear I am no fl:ranger, 

But jovial, bold and free ; 
And for to brave all danger 

Refolv'd tc go to fea. 



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And now on board fo cheerly 

I drink my flip and grog ; 
My mefTmates love me dearly. 

And call m.e jolly dog. 
To reef, or lufF, or mount the fhrouds 

So merrily am 1, 
Or on the main-top face the clouds. 

Drunk, fober, wet or dry. 

To America then, with pleafure, 

I bid a long farewel, 
In hopes to gain fome treafure. 

And poverty repel. 
But if on board the Molly 

A fatal cannon ball 
Should rob me of my Polly, 

Why then adieu to all. 



The Welch ^ack. 

I'M nick-nam'd Quack by every prig. 

Where fenfe or nonfenfe borders ; 
W^ithout diploma, care, or wig, 

I cures the worft diforders ; 
The gout, fciatica, the ftone. 

Your fevefs, ague, phthific ; 
The gout, confumption, every one 

Yields to all-healing phyfic. 
On reftoratives I'm quite intent ; 

Each patient's ills difcover. 
Lord ! if folks die 'tis accident, 

'Tis chance if they recover. 

-r/ greof chance hitkcd, I hep fo continually ply ^ 






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With cupping, drenching, couching, clyfter. 
Emetic, bleeding, fweating, blifter, 

Diet, bolus, dofe or pill — 
Ye potion, lotion makers ! 

Like you I'm oft, with all my {kill, 
A friend to undertakers. 

I patient vifiting e/Tav'd, 

One who in dangerous way was, 
When laft I call'd (oh death to trade !) 

My dying man at play was ! 
" My prefcription's done't" fays I, " now fpeak. 

You foUow'd it. — I knew it." 
" No ! if I had, I'd broke my neck, 

I out .of window threw it." 
" Avaunt, throw phyfic to the dogs, 

(Fine food for gripi death's laughter,) 
Your recipe, you firft of rogues. 

You fcon fhall bundle after !" 
Don't come here to fell your polfons at fo much an 
ounce, Mr, Gallipot, for if you do, you Jhall fivalloiif 
them yourfelf and puzzle alt Warwick Lane to tell 
what diforder you died of. 
With you cupping, kc. 

He prov'd himfelf, tho' lacking fkill, 

No friend to undertakers ! 
To Guttle's next I fped in haile, 

Whofe girl a ftingy faint is ! 
He chok'd was at a city feaft, 

And died brimful of dainties : 
My bill I fhew'd ma'am in a crack, 

Says fhe it will not do. Sir ; 
Lord, if you had your bottles back; 

I'm fure you'd be no iofer ! 



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She vow'd I'd kill'd Iiim, fhould repent, 

To poifon fuch a lover ! 
Lord, if folks die 'tis accident, 
'Tis chance if they recover ! 
If I had my bottles hack ! nvhat an nnconfcionahle 
nuoman ; Jhe th'inhs nothing of my great expenje, 
for corhsy and packthread^ and paper ^ hefide all-^ 
My cupping, &c. 

Hotv d'ye do? 

TWAS in the green meadows fo gaTf 

Where lovers their paffions repeat, 
Young William did tenderly fay, 

" How d'ye do ?" as we happen'd to meet % 
** How d'ye do, Sir ?" again anfwer'd I, 

Not thinking of harm, it is true, 
When Echo (or elfe may I die) 

Reply 'd in return, " How d'ye do ?'* 
Echo.—" How d'ye do V* 
Reply'd in return, " How d'ye do ?" 

In vain we explored ail around, 

No creature whatever was near, 
Alas ! what a wonderful found, 

** How d'ye do ?" we could both of us hear.. 
Sure Cupid lay hidden hard by. 

And gave gentle Echo the cue, 
For ftill it continued to cry, 

I vow and proteft— " How d'ye do ?" 
Echo — " How d'ye do ?" 
Says W^illiam, ** dear girl, never mind^ 
. iSince Echo can do us no harm," 



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Then kifs'd me both tender and kind. 
And circled my waift with his arm ; 

Let Hymen, he cried, make us one ; 
I agreed the advice to purfue ! 

Now Echo, fays I, babble on, 

Which it did fure enough — " How d'ye do ?" 
Echo—" How d'ye do ?" 

Which it did iure enough — " How d'ye do V* 



SONG. 

IN early youth to fear a ftranger. 

Contemning indolence and eafe. 
In Paria's caufe I courted danger, 

•And vent'rous plough'd the ftormy feas. 
I dreaded not the cannon'^ thunder. 

Let bullets rage their wonted fcope, 
Or tern pe ft fplit our bark afunder. 

The tar's Iheet-anchor ftill was hope. 

In hammock lull'd to fleep, or waking. 

The mid-watch come, or flung the bowl, 
Or fignal guns, diftrefs befpeaking. 

Implore for aid, while tempefts howl ; 
Or when the battle's heat is raging. 

With force fuperior qft we cope, 
The mind to placid eafe afluaging, 

The tar's flieet-anchor ftill is hope. 



SONG, in no Song no Supper, 

A SAILOR'S life's a life of wo. 
He works now late, now early. 



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Now up and down, now to and fro, 
What then ? he takes it cheerly. 
Bleis'd with a fmiling can of grog. 
If duty call. 

Stand, rife or fall, ^ 

To fate's iaft verge he'll jog ; 
The kedge to weigh, 
The flieets belay, 
He does it with a wifli ; 
To heave the lead. 
Or to cat-head 
The ponderous anchor filli. 
Tor while the grog goes round. 
All fenfe of danger's drown'd. 

We defpife it to a man : 
We fing a little, and laugh a little, 
And work a little, and fwear a little. 
And fiddle a little, and foot it a little, 
And fwig the flowing can. 

If howling winds and roaring feas. 

Give proof of coming danger. 
We view the ftorm, our hearts at eafe. 
For Jack's to fear a ftranger. 

Biefs'd with the fmiling grog we fly 
"Where now below 
We headlong go, 
Now rife on njountains high j 
Spite of the gale, 
We hand the fail, 
Or take the needful reef ; 
Or man the deck, 
To clear fome v^reck. 
To give the fliip relief : 



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Though perils threat around. 

All fenfe of danger drown'd. 

We defpife it to a man : 

We fing a little, &c. 

But yet think not our cafe is hard, 

Though ftorms at fea thus treat us ; 
For coming home, (a fweet reward !) 
With fmiles our fweethearts greet us. 
Now too the friendly grog we quaff. 
Our am'rous toaft. 
Her we love mbft, 
And gaily fing and laugh ; 
The fails we furl. 
Then for each girl. 
The petticoat difplay ; > 

The deck we clear. 
Then three times cheer. 
As we their charms furvey ; 
And then the grog goes round. 
All fenfe of danger drown'd. 

We defpife it to a man. 

We fmg a little, &:c. 



SONG, in the Slaves of Algiers, or a Jlruggk for free^ 
dom. 
THE rofe juft burfljlng into bloom, 

Admir'd where'er 'tis feen ; 
Diffufes round a rich perfume, 

The garden's pride and queen. 
When gather'd from its native bed, 

No longer charms the eye ; 
Its vivid tints are quickly fled, 

'Twill wither, droop, and die. 



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So woman, when by nature dreft 

In charms devoid of art. 
Can warm the ftoic's icy breaft, 

Can triumph o'er each heart ; 
Can bid the foul to virtue rife. 

To glory prompt the brave. 
But fmks opprefs'd, and drooping dies. 

When once fhe*s made a flave. 



Gentle Mary of the Tweed. 
THE gentle maid of whom I fmg. 

Once liv'd where Tweed's blue waters wave. 
But now the modeft flower of fpring 

Hangs weeping o'er her dewy grave. 
Fond nymphs \ of Mary's fate beware, 

Of perjur'd William's vows take heed. 
Left you fhould love, and then defpair. 

Like gentle Mary of the Tweed. 

, Though long he woo'd the lovely maid, 

And Ihe was faithful in return, 
To ev'ry fenfe of honour dead, 

He fled, and left the fair to mourn ! 
Alarm'd at her falfe lover's flight. 

Her fair companions fought the mead* 
To fink the hopes, in endlefs night, 

For gentle Mary of the Tweed. 

She heard — ^but fcoming to upbraid. 
She breath'd alone the fecret figh. 

For graceful pride induc'd the maid 
To hide her wrongs from ev'ry eye. 
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Here, In thefe fhades, a prey to grief, 
She tun*d to plaintive drains the reed ; 

Till death, from wo a blefl: relief, 
Smote gentle Mary of the Tweed. 

Now, In her turf-bound grave, at reft, 

Where yonder willow droops its head. 
With hopelefs care no more opprefs'd. 

She fleeps beneath the waving lliade. 
The cruel wrongs are all forgot 

Which forc'd her virgin heart to bleed : 
Fond nymphs ! be yours a milder lot, 

Than gentle Mary's of the Tweed. 



Sweet Lilies of the Valley, 

O'ER barren hills and flow'ry dales. 

O'er feas and diftant fliores. 
With merry fong and jocund tales, 

I've pafs'd fome pleafmg hours : 
Tho* wan'dring thus I ne'er could find 

A girl like blithefome Sally ; 
Who picks, and culls, and cries aloud, 

Sweet Lilies of the Valley. 

From whiftllng o'er the harrow'd turf. 

From nefting of each tree, 
I chofe a foldier's life to lead, 

So focial, gay, and free : 
Yet, tho' the lafies love as well, 

And often try to rally, 
None pleafes me like her, who crie.^ 

Sweet Lilies of the Valley. 



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I'm now return'd, of late difcbarg'd, 

To ufe my native toil ; 
From fighting in my country's caufe, 

To plough my country's foil ; 
I care not which, with either pleas'd. 

So I poiTefs my Sally, 
That little merry nymph, who cries. 

Sweet Lilies of the Valley. 

MASTER'S SONG. 

Tune — " Greenivkh Penfionei\^* 

I SING the Mafon's glcry, 

Whofe prying mind doth burn, 
Unto complete perfedlion. 

Our myfteries to learn ; 
Not thofe who vifit Lodges 

To eat and drink their fill ; 
Not thofe who at our meetings 

Hear le<5iures 'gainft their will ; 

CHORUS. 

But only thofe ivhoje pleafurc 

At every lodge can he, 
T' hnprove themfelves by lectures^ 

In glorious Mafonry, 

Hall ! glorious Mafonry i 

The faithful worthy Brother, 

Whofe heart can feel for grief 5 
Whofe bofom with compaffion 

Steps forth to its relief ; 
Whofe foul is ever ready. 

Around him to diffufe 
The principles of Mafons, 

And guard them from abufe ; 



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CHORUS. 

Theft are thy fons, whofe pleafure^ 

At every Lodge, nxnll be, 
f improve themfehes by leElures^ 

In glorions Mafonry, 

Hail ! glorious Mafonry I 

King Solomon, our patrpn, 

Tranfmitted this command, 
** The faithful and praife worthy. 

True light muft underftand^ 
And my defcendants, alfo, 

Who're feated in the Ea^, 
"Have not fulfilPd their duty, 

Till light has reacVd the fVeJ," 

CHORUS. 

Therefore, our highejl pleafure 

At every Lodge^Jhould be, 
T improve ourf elves by leBureSf 
Inglorious Mafonry. 

Hail ! glorious Mafonry f 
My duty and my ftatlon, 
As Matter in the chair, 
Obliges me to fumraon 

Each brother to prepare ; 
That all may be enabled, 

By flow, though fure degrees, 
To anfwer in rotation, 

With honour and with eafe. 

CHORUS. 

Such are thy fons, nvhnfe pleafure 

At every lodge luili be, 
T* improve ihemf elves by le8uresy 

In glorious Mafonry. 

Hail ! glorious Mafonry ! 



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Neiv-Tear, or Fcjltval Song, 

COME Brothers, let us cheerful flng. 

Who can our arts difcover ? 
For friendihip, like a boiling fpring. 

Flows conftant for each other. 
Let's crown the feftival with jnirth. 
And hail the great myfterious birth, 
That adds fuch friendlhip here on earth, 
As makes a faithful Brother. 

While jarring difcords feparate 

The firmeil bands of unity, 
Of every clafs, of every ftate. 

Except it be Freemafonry ; 
Our arts are forrn'd fo juft and pure. 
They will from age to age endure. 
And in the bofom reft fecure, 

With all that gain the myfter}\ 

Our manners we derive and wear. 

From ad'ors we difcover ; 
Let's cheerful hear him in the chair, 

And each proclaiming Brother. 
And as we now begin the year, 
Let love and frienddiip fill the ear> 
With cordial harmony fmcere, 

To every faithful Brother. 

The greateft man found In the land. 

Of this, or any other, 
Will take a Brother by the hand, 

And bid him welcome hither, 



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O may tli«lr fame In raptures roll. 
And wide extend from pole to pole ; 
There's no fuch friendflilp for the foul. 
No, not with one another. 

Where Is an art with Mafons vie ? 

None — fay the wife, of every tongue ; 
Yet fo fecure, from thought, or eye. 

And handed down from fire to fon. 
Now let each celebrate the drain 
That echoes with a Mafon's name, 
And all as one falute the fame 

Of our Grand Mafter Washington". 



SONG, 
DEAR Brothers of fraternal mind, 
Whom virtue, truth and honour bind, 
In whom the fons of fcience find 

No fly diffimulatlon ; 
Accept a tribute juftly due, 
From a fond heart, faithful and true, 
Accept a tender, fad adieu, 
And believe 
That I grieve. 
Your worthy focial band to leave, 
Becaufe I am a Mafon, 

Yet though remote from you I ftray. 
Where fickle fortune leads the way. 
Your mem'ry In my breaft fhall ftay. 

While I have refpiratlon : 
And let me hold tliat fond Idea, 
That you will mind unworthy me. 
Whene'er you meet in focial glee ; 



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Give a toafl;, 
Let me boaft 
The friendfliip of your noble hofl:, 
I afk It as a Mafon. 

If e'er the Syrens of the age 

Have drawn me from your my flic gage. 

Pray blot the error from the page 

of rigid obfervation. 
Your kindnefs on my heart I'll write. 
And all unkindnefs from my fight, 
I'll baniih to ^eternal night. 

Let us be 

Mafons free-; 
Forgive, iikewife forgiven be, 
The creed of every Mafon. 

Your choiceft love I oft did ftiare, 
Your brighteft badge did often wear> 
Plac'd in the Oriental chair, 

By myfticinftallation; 
And by the emblematic three, 
Difpers'd the gifts of Mafonry, 
Till the meridian hour we fee; 
Then we may 
Wet our <:lay. 
And pafs an hour cheerful and gay. 

In grateful relaxation. 

A liftening ear obtain our art, 
A filent tongue will ne'er impart 
The fecrets '©f a faithful heart. 
Whatever the temptation : 
Honour and truth will ftill combine 
To dignify the grand defign, 
And love will through their a<5tions fliins. 



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With a mind 

Juft and kind, 
And all their pleafures are refinM, 

So happy in a Mafon. 
Then faith, upheld by reafon's voice,'^ 
Their hopes foretell enjoyment's choice, 
In charity their hearts rejoice 

In blefs'd conciliation. 
When unforefeen misfortunes prefs 
The fons and daughters of diftrefs> 
With kind fraternal tendemefs, 

Prompt relief 

Sooth their grief, 
Of their pleafure 'tis the chief 
To raife a fallen Mafon. 

Humanity, that virtue bright, 
Friendlliip fo lovely to the fight. 
Brotherly love their hearts unite, 

And blefs each friendly adion. 
No doating fot their mirth fhall wound. 
No minor knows their rights profound. 
No atheift treads the hallow'd ground. 
No alloy 
To their joy ; 
Pleafures pure, which never cloy 

Belong to ev'ry Mafon. 
May friendfhip, harmony and love 
Your guardians and companions prove, 
Till the celeflial Lodge above. 

Shall be each brother's ftation : 
But death, the level, time the line. 
And plumb of juftice muft combine. 
To ht us for that blifs divine. 



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Then fliall we 
Happv be ; 
Towards the Eaft we'll bow the knee 
To our Grand Mafter Mafon. 



SONG. 

CONVENED we're met, my jovial fouls. 
With fparkling wine come fill our bowls. 

Let concord be the toaft ; 
With glafs in hand let each agree 
To fmg in praife of Mafonry, 

What mortal more can boaft ? 

Here dove-ey'd peace, celeftlal maid. 
Stands ready waiting for to aid. 

And guard the facred door : 
Here's charity from heaven fent, 
To bring her freeborn fons contents 

And comfort to the poor, 

-rSee in the Eaft effulgent fhinc. 
Bright Wifdom with his rays divin«. 

Hark ! hark the folemn found : 
** While thus we live in mutual lovs, 
^* We tafte What angels do above, 

*' Here happinefs is found. 

^* The fruit of Eden's tree we taile, 
" Its balmy joys are our repaft, 

" Here freedom cheers the heart ; 
" The indigent, oppreft with grief, 
'•' Gains from his brother's hand relief, 

■^ Each to his wants impart. 



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" The gr«at and good with us combine 
" To trace our myfteries divine, ,, . 

" And find the pleafing light ; 
** With pleafure we purfue the plan, 
" While friendfhip rivets man to -man, 

" How pleafing is the fight." 

United thus our ftru<5):ore ftands, 
Untouch'd by facrilegious hands, 

A monument of fame ; 
Nor envious foes fiiall e*er deface 
The virtues that our order grace. 

Or blafl a Mafon's name. 
Till Heaven fends her iummons forth, 
Fromeaft to weft, from fouthto north. 

Her chofen fons to call ; 
While time runs its continual round, 
Shall fame with golden trumpet found, 
Mafons (hall never fall. 



SONG. 

ASSEMBLED and tyPd, let us fecial agree 
With the Mafon that fits on a throne ; 

For he charges a glafs, and round lets it pafs. 
To celebrate ancient St. John. 

Tho* babblers may prattle in fhewing their fpleen. 
Their fpite we compare to the drone ; 

For in fweet harmony in love we'll agree, 
To celebrate ancient St. John. 

The world is in pain, our fecrets to gain. 

In ignorance let them think on ; 
For in fweet harmony in love we'll agree. 

To celebrate ancient St. John. 



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With toaft after toaft, let us drink, laugh and fing, 

Remember the great Washington ; 
For his adions are rare, by the compafsandfquare, 

Thus celebrate ancient St. John. 
Then join hand in hand, in a body firm (land. 

Our cares and our troubles are gone ; 
Let us love, laugh and fing, and WajObington brin^ 

To celebrate ancient St. John. 

SONG. 

COMEj are you prepar'd, 

Your fcaffolds well rear'd? 
Bring mortar and temper it purely ; 

'Tis all fafe, I hope, 

Vv^ell brac'd with each rope. 
Your ledgers and putlocks fecurely. 

Then next your bricks bring. 

It is time to begin. 
For the Sun with its rays is adorning 5 

The day's fair and clear. 

No rain you need fear, 
*Tis a charming and lovely fine morning/ 

Pray where are your tools. 

Your plumb line and rules ? 
Each man to his work let him fland, boys ; 

Work folid and fure, 

Upright and fecure ; 
And your building, be fure, will be ftrong boys. 

Pray make no miftake, 

But true your joints brake. 
And take care that you follow your leaders ; 



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Work, rake, beck and tuetli. 
And make your work fmooth. 
And be fure that you fill up your headers^ 

SONG. 

COME follow, follow me, 

Ye jovial Mafons free ;. 
Come follow all the rules 
That e'er were taught in fchools^ 

By Solomon, that Mafon King, 

Who honour to the craft did bring. 

He's juftly calPd the wife, 
His fame doth reach the {kies. 

He flood upon the fquare, 

And did the Temple rear ; 
With true level, plumb and gauge. 
He prov'd the wonder of the age. 

The mighty Mafon Lords 

Stood firmly to their words, 
They held it in efteem, 
For which they're juftly deem'd : 

Why fhould not their example prove 

Our prefent craft to live in love ? 

The royal art, and word. 
Is kept upon record, 

With upright hearts and pure. 

While fun and moon endure ; 
Not written but indented on 
The heart of eyery Free Mafon; 

And as for Hiram's art, 
We need not to impart, 



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The Scripture plainly fliews 
From whence his knowledge flows ; 
His genius was fo much refin'd, 
His peer he has not left behind. 

Then let not any one 

Forget the widow's fon. 
But toaft his memory 
In glafles charg'd full high, 

And when our proper time is come. 

Like brethren part, and fo go home. 



SONG. 
ICING Solomon, that wife proje<5lor, 

In Mafonry took great delight ; 
And Hiram, that great architeclor, 

Whofe adions (liall everfhine bright. 
From the heart of a true honed Mafon 

There's none can the fecret remove ; 
Our maxims are juftice, morality, 

Friendlhip and brotherly love. 

CHORUS. 

'Then ivho would not he a Free-Mafon-, 

So happy and f octal are lue ; 
To all honejl men ive are Brothers.^ 

And in every Lodge ive are free. 

We meet like true friends on the level, 
And lovingly part on the fquare ; 

Alike we refpecft king and beg-gar. 
Provided they're juft and fiacere. 

We fcorn an ungenerous adion, 
None can with Free Mafons compare ; 
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We love for to live within compafs. 

By rules that are houeft and fair. 

Cho. Thin luhoy ^i,\ 
We exclude all talkative fellows, 

That will babble and prate pad their wit. 
They ne'er ftiall come into our fecret. 

For they're neither worthy, nor fit ; . 
But the perfon that's well recommended, 

And we find him honeft and true, 
When our lodge is well tyl'd we'll prepare him. 

And, like Mafons, our work we'll purfueT 
Cho. T/jen who, <Sfc. 
Succefs to all accepted Mafons^ 

There's none can tlieir honour pull down ; 
For e'er fince the glorious creation 

Thefe great men are held in renown. 
When Adam was King of all nations. 

He formed a plan witH all fpeed ; 
And foon made a fit habitation 

For him and his companion Eve. 

Cho. Then who, ^c. 
There's fome foolifh people rejed us. 

For which they are highly to blame, 
They cannot ihew any obje(5lion. 

Or reafon for doing the fame. 
The art's a divine infpiration, 

As all honeft men will declare ; 
tSo here's to all true hearted brotherj, 

That live within compafs and fquare. 

Cho. Then who, ^c\ 
Like an arch well cemented together^ 

Thus firmly united We ftand. 
And juftly fupport one another, 

With plumb line and level in hand. y^ 



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Till the world is confuined by fire, 
And judgment is pals'd on usall, 

"They ne'er' ihall come into our fecret, 
Or we from Free-Mafonry fall. 

Cho. Then ivho, ^c. 

SONG. 

TUNE — " j4 Rofe-Tree in full hearing^ 

COLUMBIA'S fons, attend awhile. 

To one who will the truth impart, 
Aiid fhew that you are in exile 

Till fcience guides you by our art^ 
' 'Urtcultivated paths y o u- tread, 

Unlevel'd, barren, blindfold be, 
Till, by a myft'ry yon are led 

Into the light of mafonry. 

From chaos this round globe was fofm^d^ 

A pe-deftalfor us to be, 
A mighty column it adorn'd. 

In juft.p roportion raised were we ,; 
When our Grand Archite3 above 

An arch foon rais'd by his decree. 
And plac'd the fun the aTch icey-ftoitCj 

The whole wasform'd by mafonry. 

It,pleas'd our fov'reign matter then 

This glorious fabric to ere(5]:.; 
Upon the fquare let us, ^s men, 

Never the noble work negiecSl ; 
"But ftill in friendfliip's bonds unite. 

Unbounded as infinity, 
'Tis a fure cornei'-ftone fix'd right, 

And worthy of Free-Maicmry- 



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In ancient times before the flood, 

And fmce, in friendlhip we've adher'd> 
From pole to pole have firmly ftood. 

And by all nations been rever'd. 
When rolling years fhall ceafe to move. 

We from oblivion rais'd fhall be ; 
Then, fince we're met in peace and love, 

Let's fmg Ail hail to Mafonry, 



SONG. 

IN times of old date, when (as flories relate) 

Good men to the gods had admiflion. 
When thofe who were griev'd might with e^ebe 
reliev'd, 
By offering an humble petition ; ■ ; 

Some few, who remain'd in their morals un- 
flain'd, ■ . 

Submiffively made application. 
To build a retreat, if the gods ^ftiould think 
meet, ' , ,, ' 

To fhield them from wicked invafion. ' ' 

Delighted to find there were yet in mankind 

Some laudable fentiments planted, 
Without hefitation they gave approbation. 

And inftant their wifhes were granted. 
Then for artifls they fought, and fam'd archi- 
tects brought. 

Who the various employments were fkill'd in ; 
Each handled his tools, and by fcience and rules 

They ftraightway proceeded to building. 

Fair wifdom began firft to fketch out the plan 
By which they were all to be guided ; 



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Each order fiie made was exadly obey'd. 
When the portions of work fhe divided. 

The great oonier-ftone was by charity done, 
But ftrength was the principal builder ; 

When for mortar they cry'd, 'twas by iViendihip 
fupply'd, 
And Beauty was carver and gilder. 

Having long pexfever'd, a Graiid Tettq)le they 
rear'd, 

A refuge from foUy and fcandai ; 
Where all who refideare m virtue ewiploy'd. 

Nor fear the attacks of a Vscndal. 
But if in their rage they ihould ever enga^ 

In th' attempt, 'twould be always prevented ; 
The door is fo high, 'twould be madnefs to try. 

And the walls are all ftrongly cemented. 

The gods all agreed 'twas an excellent deed. 
And to fhew the affedion they bore 'fem, 

A treafure they gave, which the tenants flili 
have, 
Secur'd in the San^mn San6iorum, 

Thus blefs'd from above with a token of love, 

* Each brother with joy Ihould receive it ; 

Safe lock'd in his heart, it ihould never depart. 
Till call'd for by Heaven that gave it. 

SONG. 
A MASON'S life's the life for me, 
With joy we meet each other. 
We pafs our time with mirth and glee. 
And hail each friendly Brother ; 
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In Lodge no party feuds are feen, 
But careful we in this agree, 
To banilh care or fpleen : 
The Mafter's call we one and all 

With pleafure foon obey ; 
With heart and hand we ready ftand. 
Our duty ftill to pay. 

Eut when the glafs goes round, 
Then mirth and glee abound, 
We're all happy to a man ; 
We laugh a little, we drink a little> 
We work a little, we play a little, 
Cho. We laugh, &c. 

We fing a little, are. merry a little. 
And fwig the flowing can. 
And fwig, &c. 

See in the Eaft the Mafter ftands, 

The Wardens South and Weft, Sir, 
Both ready to obey command. 

Find work, or give us reft, Sir. 
The fignal given, we all prepare, 
With one accord obey the word. 

To work by rule or fquare : 
Or if they pleafe, the ladder raife, 

Or plumb the level line. 
Thus we employ our time with joy, 
Attending every fign ; 

But when the glafs goes round, 
Then mirth and glee abound. 
We're all happy to a man ; 
We laugh a little, and drink a little. 
We work a little, and play a little. 
We fmg a little, are merry a little? 
And fwig the flowing can. 



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Th* Almighty fald, " let there be light ;" 

Effulgent rays appearing, 
Dilpell'd the gloom, the glory bright 
To this new world v/as cheering : 
But unto Mafonry alone, 
Another light fo clear and bright. 

In myftic rays then Ihone ; 
From E a ft to Weft it fpread fo faft, 

And Faith and Hope unfurFd, 
And brought us thee, fweet Charity, 
Thou darling of the world. 

Then while the toaft goes round, 
Let mirth and glee abound, 
Let's be happy to a man ; 
We'll laugh a little, and drink a little, 
We'll work a little, and play a little, 
We'll fing a little, be merry a little, 
And fwig the flowing can. 



SONG. 

WHEN quite a young fpark, 

I was in the dark, 
And wanted to alter my ftation ; 

I v/ent to a friend, 

W^ho prov'd in the end, 
A free and an accepted Mafon. 

At a door he then knock'd, 

Which quickly unlock'd. 
When he bid me to put a good face on, 

And not be afraid, 

For I fnould be made 
A free and an accepted Mafon, 



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My wiflics were crown*d, 

And a Mafter I found, 
Who made a moft folemn Qratioo j 

Then fhew'd me the light, 

And gave me the right 
Sign, token, and word, of a Mafon. 

How great my amaze, 

When I firft faw the blaze ! 
And how ftruck with the myftic occadon ! 

Aftonifh'd I found, 

Tho' free I was bound 
To a free and an accepted Mafon. 

When clothed iu white, 

I took great delight 
In the work of this noble vocation : 

And knowledge I gain'd 

When the Lodge he explain'd 
Of a free and an accepted Mafon. 

I was bound it appears, 

For.feven long years, 
Which to me is of trifling duration : 

With freedom I ferve. 

And ftrain every nerve 
To acquit myfelf like a good Mafon. 

A bumper then fill 

With an hearty good will, 
To our Mafter pay due veneration j 

Who taught us the art 

We ne'er will impart, 
Unlefs to ai) accepted Mafon. 



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SONG. 

OH ! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoyM, 

Was as happy as happy could be, 

But pleafure is fled, even hope is deftroyM, 

A captive, alas ! on the fea — 

I was taken by the foe, 'twas the fiat of fate, 

To tear me from her I adore. 

When thought brings to mind my once happy 
eft ate 
^f^S^i If^g^i ^^ I ttig at the oar. 

Hard, hard is my fate, oh ! how galling mT 
chain. 

My life's ftemm'd by mifery's chart ; 

And though 'gainft my tyrant I fcorn to com- 
plain, 

Tears gufh forth to eafe my fad heart. 

I difdain e'en to fhrink tho' I feel fharp the lafh. 

Yet my heart bleeds for her I adore ; 

While round me the unfeeling billows willdafh, 
Iftgh, &c. 

How fortune deceives ! I had pleafure in tow, 

The port where fhe dwelt was in view, 

But the wifh'd nuptial morn was o'er-clouded 
with wo, 

Dear Anne I hurried from yo.u ; 

Our fhallop v/as boarded, I borne away. 

To behold my dear Anne no more, 

Defpair waftes my fpirits, my form feels decay, 
HeJigPdy hefigh^d, and expired at the oar, 

SONG. 
DISTRESS me with thofe tears no more, 
One kifs, my love, and then adieu ; 



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The laft boat deftiu'd for the ftiore 
Waits, deareft girl, alone for you. 

Soon, foon, before the light winds borne, 
Shall I be fever'd' from your fight ; 

You, left the lonely hours to mourn, 

And weep through many a ftormy night. 

When far along the reftlefs deep, 

In trim array the fhip Ihall fteer ; 
Your form remembrance ftill Ihall keep, 

Your worth, afFeftion ftill revere : 
And with the diftance from your eyes, 

Ijly lave for you Ihall be increas'd, 
As to the pole the needle lies. 

And, fartheft off, ftill varies kaft. 

While round the bowl the cheerful crew 

Shall fmg of triumphs on the main, 
My thought Ihall fondly turn to you, 

Of you alone fhall be my fttain : 
And when we've bow'd the leaguing foe^ 

■Revengeful of my country's wrong, 
Returning home my heart fhall ihew. 

No fiction grac'd my artlefs fong. 

SONG. 

HOW happy the woman, whofe charms 
Gain fvveet-hearts ftuck all in a row ! 

That if one ftiould defert from her arms. 
She ftill has two ftrings to her bow. 

Should Thomas prove falfe — could he rob 
My heart of its quiet? Oh no — 

For if Thomas is gone there is Bob : 
I ftill have two firings to my bow. 



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Then 'tis not fo common a thing 
Can vex me, I'd have you to know ! 

Since I have tu'o beaux to my ftring, 
As well as two llrings to my bow. 



, SONG. 

IN ftorms, when clouds obfcure the Iky, 
And thunders roll, and light'nings fly- 
In midft of all thefs dire alarms, 
I think, my Sally, on thy charms. 

The troubled main. 

The ivind ^nd rain, 
My ardent pajjlon prov3 ; 

Lajh'd to the helm, 

Should fe'as o^eravhehn, 
I''d think on thee, my love ! 

When rocks appear on ev'ry fide, 
And art is vain. the {hip to guide ; 
In varied fhapes, when death appears, 
The thought of thee my bofom cheers. 
The troubled main, i^c. 

But fliould the gracious powVs be kind-- 
Difpel the gloom, and ftill the wind, 
And waft me to thy arms once more. 
Safe to my long loft native ihoj-e ; 

No more the main 

Pd tempt again. 
But fender Joys improve, 

I then with thee 

Should happy hei 
And think on nought hut Icds f 



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SONG. 

THE gladd^ilng fun returns from reft, 
To gild the clouds in yonder eaft. 

And darts his cheerful ray : 
The foaring lark begins to rife, 
Then warbles through the fpacious (kies, 

And wakes the jocund day. 

Come, lovely Sylvia, mild as May, 
As frefh as morn, as fair as day, 

Attend my rural theme : 
The fylvan {hades invite my lays, 
There fain I'd fmg my Sylvia's praife, 

And tell my ardent flame. 
Bright Phoebus decks the flow'ry lawn, 
To fport invites the wanton fawn, 

And paints the chequerM grove : 
The purling ftreams glide fwift along, 
And charming founds the linnet's fong ; 

O fweet retreat for love. 

Then let us to the ftiade retreat, 
And fcorn the trifles of the great, 

Their pageantry and fliow ; 
There, free from coxcombs' prating noife, 
Let's tafte the fweets of rural joys. 

Which peace and love beftow. 

SONG. 
O NIGHTINGALE ! beft poet of the grove. 

That plaintive ftrain can ne'er belong to thee, 
Bleft in the full pofleflion of thy love : 

O fend that ftrain, fweet nightingale, to me. 



[ 229 ] 
'Tis mine, alas ! to mourn my wretched fate j 
I love a maid who all my bofom charms ; 
-Yet lofe my days without this lovely mate. 

Inhuman fortune keeps her from my arms. 
You, happy birds ! by nature's fimple laws 
^ Lead your foft lives, fuftain'd by nature's fare, 
You dwell wherever roving fancy draws. 

And love and fong is all your pleafmg care. 
But we, vain flaves of int'reft and of pride. 
Dare not be bleft left envious tongues lliould 
blame ; 
And hence in vain I languifh for my bride : 
O mourn with me, fweet bird, my haplefs 
flame ! 



SONG. 

THE dawn of hope my foul revives, 

And banifhes defpair; 
If yet my deareft Damon lives, 

Make him, ye gods, your care. 
Difpel thofe gloomy fhades of night, 

My tender grief remove ; 
-Oh fend fome cheering ray of light 

To guide me to my love. 
Thus in a fecret friendly (hade, 

The penfive Celia mourn'd. 
While kindly echo lent its aid, 

And figh for figh return'd. 
When fudden Damon's well known face 

Each rifmg fear difarms, 
lie eager fprings to her embrace, 
She fmks into his arms, 
i; 



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SONG. 

OH fortune, how ftrangely thy gifts are a^vard- 

, ed ! 
How much to thy fliame thy c?.price is recorded ! 
As the wife, great and good of thy frowns fel- 

dom 'fcape any ; 
Witneis brave Bellifarius who begg'd for a half- 
penny. 
Date obclwn. Date oholum^ Date oluhtn, Bellifa' 
r'lus. 

He whofe fame from his valour and his vidories 

arofe, Sir, 
Of his country the Ihicld, and the fcourge of her 

foes, Sir, 
By his poor faithful dog, blind and aged was led. 

Sir, 
With one foot in the grave thus to beg for his 

bread, Sir. 

Date oholuniy Ifjc. 

Wlien a young Roman knight in the ilreet pac- 
ing by, Sir, 

The veteran furreyed with a heart-rending figh. 
Sir, 

And a purfe in his helmet he dropp'd with a 
tear. Sir, 

While the foidier^s fad tale thus attraded his ear, 
Sir. 

Date oholunii l^c. 

% have fought, I have bled, I have conquer!d 

for Rome, Sir, 
I have crown'd her with laurels which for ages 

muft bloom, Sir, 



[ ^31 ] 

IVe enrich'd her with wealth, fwcll^d her pride 

and her power. Sir, 
1 efpous'd her for life, and difgrace is my dower, 

Sir. 

Date obolum^ i^fc. 

Yet blood T ne*er wantonly wafted at random, 
Lofmg thoufands their livts with a nil dtfperan^ 

dwn, -^^ 

But each conqueft I gained I made friend and foe 

know 
That my foal's only aim w^% pro publico bono. 
Date oholum^ IfSc. 

I no colonies loft by attempts to enilave them, 
I of Romans' free rights never ftrove to bereave 

tnem, 
Nor, to bow down their necks to the yoke for my 

pleafure. 
Have an empire difmembered, or fquandsred its 

trealure. 

Date ohoium, Iffc. 

Nor yet for my friends, my kindred nor myfelf. 

Sir, 
Has my glory been ftainM by the bafe views of 

pelf, Sir, 
For fuch low, fordid gains I've fo far been from 

carving. 
Old and blind I've no choice but of begging or 

ftarving. 

Date ojpolumy ^c. 

How, If foldiei- or ftatefmaTi,''of what age or na- 
tion 
Hereafter he may be, fhould hear this relation^ 



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And of eyefight bereft fliould, like me, grope 

his way, Sir, 
The bright fun-beams of virtue wall turn night 

to day. Sir. 

Date obolum^ iffc. 

So T to diftrefs and to darknefs inurM, Sir, 

In this Vile crull of clay when no longer immur'd, 



.Sir, 



At death's w^elcome ftroke my bright couvfe 

Ihall befyin, Sir, ^ , 

And enjoy endlefs day from the funlhine withm. 

Sir. 

Da^€ oholunii l^c. 

, \ 

SONG. 

WHILE zephyrs fan the verdant grove, 

And flow'rets deck the plain ; 
While fhepherds tell the nymphs their love, 

And flaunt in pleafure's train — 
To yonder cottage of my fair 

My anxious footfteps bend, 
^What joy fo ;i:reat as viewing there 

A lover and a friend. 

To her I fear not to difclofe 

The fecrets of my heart. 
She bears a part in all my woes. 

In all my joys apart 1 
If e'er flie weep I kifs the tear 

And bid her forrows end. 
If flie is pleas'd, joy fliows me near 

yl lover and a friend. 



[ ^?>2> !! 

The youtliful, innocent and ^^y 

Of fpoilefs mind and mien, 
!She qnickly fteals all hearts away, 

Wherever fhe is feen ; 
But tho' each Ihepherd's heart fhe charme, 

And all before her bend, 
Round me alone Ihe throws her ^ruvs, 

A lover av^ a friend. 



Lady Wa/Jotngton^ 
SAW you my hero G:eorge, 

I have travell'd o'er the plain. 

And inquir'd of every fw^in. 
But no tidings could 1 get of my Georgs. 

1 faw not your hero, 

But I'm told he's in the van. 

Where the battle's juft began, 
But I haite to take care of my men. 

0*er hills and o'er dales, o'er mountains and 
plains, 
Where the drums and the trumps found 

alarms, 
O 1 ye gods, I give you charge, 
To protedt my hero George, 
And return him fafe back to my arms. 



SONG. 

YE virgins, attend, 
Believe me your friend, 
Aiad 'Anth prudence adhere to my plan ; 
U 2 



[ 234 ] 

Ne'er let It be fald, ' * 

There goes an old maid, 
But get married as faft as you can. 

As foon as you find 

Your hearts are inclined 
To beat quick at the fight of a man ; 

Then choofe out a youth 

With honour and truth. 
And get married as faft as you can. 

For age, like a cloud. 

Your charms foon will fhroud. 
And this whimfical life's but a fpan ; 

Then, maids, make your hay. 

While Sol darts his ray, 
And get married as faft as you can. 

The treacherous rake 

Will artfully take 
Every method poor girls to trepan ; 

But baIHe their fnare, 

Make virtue your care, 
And get married as faft as you can. 

And when Hymen's bands 

Have join'd both your hands. 
The bright flame ftill continue to fan ; 

Ne'er harbour the ftiiigs 

That jealoufy brings, 
But be conftantj and bleft while you can. 



SONG. 

NOW we are freed from college rules, 
From common place-book reafoning, 



[ ^35 1 

From trifling fyllogiftic fchools, - 

And fyftem out of feafon : 
Never more will have defin'd, 

If matter think or think not, 
All the matter we've to mind, 

To fee who drinks or drinks not. . 

Metaphyfically to trace. 

The mind or foul attratfted. 
Or prove infinity of fpace, 

By cafe or caufe afrecled ; 
Better fouls we can't become, 

By immaterial thinking — 
And as for fpace, we want no room. 

But jutl enough to drink in. 

Plenum^ vacuum, minus, plus. 

Are learned words and rare too, 
Thofe terms our tutors may difcufs, 

And thofe who pleafe may hear too, 
A plenum in our wine w^e fhow, 

And plus and plus behind. Sir, 
And when our caili is jfiiuus low, 

A vacuum foon we find, Sir. 

Copernicus, that leai-ned fage, 

Don Tycho's error proving, 
Declaring, I can't tell what page. 

The earth round Sol was moving ; 
But which goes round, what's that to us. 

Each is perhaps a notion : 
With earth and fun we'll make no fufs, 

But mind the bottle's motion. 

Great Gallileo ill was us'd, 
By fuperftitious fury, 



■ [ ^2^ 1 

Antipodians were abus'4, 

By ignoramus jury : 
But feet to feet we do atte.ft, 

Nor ftar a treatment fcuivy, 
For when we're drunky prpl?alum cj^. 

We're tumbling topfy turvy. 

Newton talk'd of lights and fhades, 

And different colours ^evv, Sir, 
Don't let us difturb our heads, 

We will but ftudy too, Sir. 
White and red our gla/Tes boaft. 

Reflexion and refradion, 
After him we'll name our toaft. 

The centus of attra(2:ioa. 

On that Thefts we'll declaim, 

Whh Jlratum fuperJiruBum, 
There's mighty magic in the name, 

'Tis nature's pojlulatum : 
Wine in nature's next to love, 

Then wifely let us blend them, 
Firfi: tho' phyfically prove, 

Num tempus ej} viritendlum. 



SONG. 
I SIGH and lament me in vain, 

Thefe walls can but echo my moan ; 
Alas ! it increafes my pain. 

When I think on the days thaii^re gone. 

Through the grate of my prifon I fee, 
The birds as they wi^nton in air : 

Ivly heart how it pants to be free. 
My looks they are wild with defpair i 



* C 237 3 

Above, though oppreft with my fate, 
I burn with contempt for my foes ; 

Though fortune has alter'd my ftate. 
She ne'er can fubdue me to thofe. 

Falfe woman ! in all ages to come, 
Thy malice deteiled Ihall be ; 

And when we are cold in the tomb. 
Some hearts fhall ftill forrow for me. 

Ye roofs, where cold damps and difmay. 
With filence and folitude dwell ; 

How comfortlefs paffes the day I 
How fad tolls the evening bell ! 

The owls from the battlements cry ; 

Hollow winds feemi to murmur around : 
O Mary ! prepare thee to die ! 

My blood it runs cold at the found I 



SONG. 

OF damafk cheeks, and fnowy neclc. 

Let other lovers tell : 
Witliin the bofom of my fair, 

Superior beauties dwell. 

There all the graces of the mind, 

In fair alfemblage play ; 
There each endearing virtue {beds 

Its- intellectual ray. 

Unbounded fympathy difplays 

Ea'ch captivating charm ! 
While friendihip pure, and virtuous Iove> 

Her tender bofom w^arm. 



[ 238 ] 

When that fair form fhall fink in age, 

And all thofe graces fly, 
The beauty of that heav'nly mind 

Shall length of years defy. 

SONG. 

A TAILOR I once was, as blithe as e'er need be. 
Until love, alas, fure the d — 1 had made me, 
I that once was fo liifty, was call'd Will the Ro- 
ver, 
Am now a poor fkeleton, O ! I am done over. 

How many a day have I fat with great pleafure. 
And cut out my cloth to my cuftomer's meafure. 
With a full yard for cabbage, I liv'd then in Dor 

ver, 
But Sae's cruel charms have me fairly done over. 

When firfi I beheld her pafs by my fiiop window. 
My goofe bein^ hot burnt a fleeve to the cinder, 

! the girls do fo jeer me, that I can go no 

where, 
Was ever poor tailor fo fliirly done over. 

The laft time I faw her, was with a bold failor, 
She fneered and faid, there's the done over tailor, 
Good bye, Mr. Stitch Cloth, Pm going to Dover, 
Was ever poor tailor fo fairly done over. 

So now fhe has left me and gone with the failor. 
Thus left me alone a poor overdone tailor ; 

1 ne'er more will cabbage, or be Will die Rover, 
God grant I was dead, for I'm furely done over. 

SONG. 

WHY fhould our joys transform to pain ? 
Why gentle Hymen's filken chain 
A plague of iron prove ^ 



[ 239 ] 

Eendiili, 'tis ftrange — the charm that binds 
Millions of hands, flioiild leave their mind$ 
At fuch a lode from love. 

In vain I fought the wondrous cauCe, 
Rang'd the wide fields of nature's laws, 

And urg'd the fchools in vain ; 
Then, deep in thought, within my breaft 
My foul retired, and fl umber drefs'd 

A bright inftru<ftive fcene — 

O'er the broad lands, and crofs the tide, 
On fancy's airy horfe I ride, 

Sweet rapture of the mind ! 
Till, on the banks of Ganges' flood. 
In a tall, ancient grove I ftood, 

For facred ufe defign'd. 

Hard by, a venerable priefi:, 

Ris'n with his god, the fun, from reft, 

x^woke his morning fong ; 
Thrice he conjur'd the murm'ring ftream ; 
The birth of fouls was all his theme, 

And half divine his tongue. 

He fang " the eternal rolling flame. 
That vital mafs, that, ftill the fame. 

Does all our minds compofe ; 
But fhap'd in twice ten thoufand frames ; 
Thence diff'ring fouls of difPring names, 

x-^nd jarring tempers rofe. 

The Mighty Pow'r, that form'd the mind, 
One mould for every two defign'd, 

And blefs'd the new born pair ; 
" This be a match for tliis," he faid. 
Then down he fent the fouls he made. 

To foek them bodies here. 



i [ 240 ] 

But parting from their warm abode, 
They loft their fellows on the road, 

And never joinM their hands: 
Ah ! cruel chance, and croffing fates ! 
Our eaftern fouls have dropped their mates 

On Europe's barbVous lands. 

Happy the youth that finds the bride 
Whofe birth is to his own allied, 

The fweeteft joy of life : 
But oh ! the crowds of wretched fouls 
Fetter'd to minds of different moulds 

And chain'd t' eternal ftrife 1" 

Thus fang the wondrous Indian bard ; 
My foul with vaft attention heard ; 

While Ganges ceas'd to flow : 
" Sure then," I cried, "might I but fee 
That gentle nymph that twinn'd with me, 

1 may be happy too. 

** Some courteous angel, tell me where, 
What diftant lands this unknown fair, 

Or diftant feas detain ? 
Swift as the wheel of nature rolls, 
I'd fly to meet and mingle fouls, 

And wear the joyful chain." 



SONG. 

ADIEU ye groves, adieu ye plains, 

All nature mourning lie ! 
See gloomy clouds and threatening rains 

Obfcure the azure iky ; 
See from afar impending ftorms, 

In fuUen hafte appear, 



241 ] 

See winter comes In dreary forms. 
To rule the following year. 

No more the lark, fweet bird of May, 

Shall rife on adive wing, 
No more the lamb In fportive play. 

To hail reviving fpring : 
Thus Sephalander, much lov'd maid, 

Thy early charms fhall fail. 
The lily droops, the rofe mull; fade, 

And winter foor^ prevail. 

No more the lambs in gambols bound, 

Rejoice the gladden'd fight I 
No more the gay enamour'd ground, 

The fylvan fcenes delight ; 
But youth, my fair, fees no return. 

In pleaiing bubbles o'er. 
And when its fleeting joys we mourn. 

They fall to rife no more. 

Hafte then, dear girls, the time improve, 

Which youth can ne'er regain, 
In blifsful fcenes of mutual love, 

With fome diftinguilh'd fwain. 
So Ihall hfe'sjoy, like jocund May, 

Part fmiling and ferene. 
Thus fummer often glides away, 

And winter ciofe the fcene. 



SONG. 

AS Colonet with Phebe fat, 
Beneath the poplar grove, 
w 



[ 242 ] 

The gentle youth with fondeft truth, 

Was teUing tales of love : 
Dear blooming maid, the fhepherd faid. 

My tender vows believe, 
Thofe downcaft eyes and artlefs fighs 

Can ne'er thy faith deceive. 

Though fome there are, from fair to fair, 

Dehghting wild to rove. 
Such change in me you ne'er fhall fee. 

Thy charms fecure my love ; 
Then Phebe now approve my vow. 

Thy heart to iriendihip prefs'd, 
One fmile aflume to grace thy bloom. 

And make thy fne'^erd blefs'd. 

A blufli o*erfpread her cheeks with red, 

Which half Ihe turn'd afide, 
With pleafmg woes her bofom glows, 

And thus the maid reply'd : 
" Dear gentle youth, I know thy truth, 

And all thy heart's to pleafe. 
But, ah ! is this a time for blifs, 

Or themes fo foft as thefe ? 

** W^hen all around we hear no found, 

But war's terrific ftrains, 
The drum commands our armed bands, 

And joins the fturdy fwains ; 
Our country's call aroufes all. 

That dare be brave and free, 
My love fhall crown that youth alone. 

That faves himfelf and me." 

" *Tis done" he cry*d, ** from thy dear fide. 
Now quickly I'll be gone ; 



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From love we all to freedom fly, 

A flave to thofe alone — 
And when I come with laurels home, 

And all that freedom craves, 
To crown my love your fmiles fliall prove, 

The fair rewards the brave.'* 



Pity for Poor Africans . 
I OWN I am fliock'd at the purchafe of flaves. 
And fear thofe who buy them and fell them are 

knaves ; 
What I hear of their hardfhips, their tortures and 

groans, 
Is almoft enough to draw pity from ftones. 

I pity them greatly, but I muft be mum, 

For how could we do without fugar and rum ? 

Efpecially fugar, fo needful we fee ? 

What I give up our deferts, our coffee and tea ! 

Befides, if we do, the French, Dutch, and Danes' 
Will heartily thank us, no doubt, for our pains ; 
If we do not buy the poor creatures, they will. 
And tortures and groans will be multiply'd ftill. 

If foreigners likewife would give up the trade, 
Much more in behalf of your wifh might be faid | 
But, while they get riches by purchafing blacks, 
Pray tell me why we may not alfo go fnacks ? 

Your fcruples and arguments bring to my mind 
A (lory fo pat,| you may think it is coin'd 
On purpofe to anfwer you out of my mint ; 
But, I can affure you, I faw it in print. 



[ ^44 ] 

A youngfter at fchool, more fedate than the reft. 
Had once his integrity put to the teft ; 
His comrades had plotted an orchard to r©b, 
And afk'd him to go and ainft in the job. 

He was fhock'd, Sir, like you, and anfwer'd — 

" O no ! 
What ! rob our good neighbour ! T pray you 

don't go ; 
Befides, the man's. poor, his orchard's his bread, 
Then think of his children, for they muft be fed." 

** You fpeak very fine, and you look very grave. 
But apples we want, and apples we'll have ; 
If you will go with us, you fhall have a (hare, 
If not, you fhall have neither apple nor pear." 

They fpoke, and Tom ponder'dr— " I iee they •■ 

will go : 
Poor man ! what a pity to injure him fo .! 
Poor man ! I would 'kve him his fruit if I could, 
But ftaying behind will do him no good. 

" If the matter depended alone upon me. 

His apples might hang till they dropt from the 

tree ; 
But, fince they will take them, I think I'll go too, 
He'll lofe none by me, though I get a few." 

His fcruples thus filenc'd, Tom felt more at eafe, 
And v/ent with his comrades the apples to feize ; 
He blam'd and protefted, but join'd in the plan 5 
He fhar'd in the plunder, but pity'd the man. 



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SONG. 

JOHN Bull for paftime took a pranc€ 
Some time ago to peep at France, 
To talk of fcknces and arts. 
And knowledge gain'd in foreign parts. 
Monfieur obfequious heard him fpeak, 
An d. anfwer'd John in heathen Greek, 
To aif he afk'd, ^bout all he faw 
To all he afk'd, 'bout all he faw, 
'Tvvas Monfieur, je vous n'entends pa?. 

John to the Palais Royal come. 

Its fplendour aliuoft ftruck him dumb ; 

I fay whofe houfe is that there here ? 

NofTe je vous n'entends pas, Monfieur. 

What Nong tong paw, again cries John, 

This fellow is fome mighty Don. 

No doubt he's plenty ior the maw, 

I'll breakfaft with tliis Nong tong paw, 

John faw Verfailles from Marlis' height, 
And cried, aftoniflicd at the fight, 
Whofe fine eftate is that there here ? 
Stat. Je vous n'entends pas Monfieur ; 
His, what the land and houfes too ? 
The fellow's richer than a jew ; 
On every thing he lays his claw ; 
I fhould like to dine with Nong tong paw. 

Next tripping came a courtly fair ; 
John cried, enchanted with her air. 
What lovely wench is that there here ? 
Ventch ? je vous n'entends pas Monfieur, 
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What he again ? upon my life ; 

A palace, lands, and then a wife. 

Sir Joilma might delight to draw : 

I fliould like to fup with Nong tong paw. 

But hold ! whofe funeraPs that ? cries John» 

Je vous n'enteflds pas : what is he gone ? 

Wealth, fame, and beauty could not fave 

Poor Nong tong paw, then, from the grave : 

Jiis race is run, his game is up, 

Fd with him breakfail:, dine, and fup ; 

But fmce he choofes to withdraw, 

Good night t'ye, Monlieur Nong tong paw. 



INDEX. 

Lecture on Heads, Page 3 

The Courtfliip 59 

SONGS. 

Adieu, a heart, fond, warm adieu 1.^9 

Adieu ye groves, adieu ye plains 240 

Ah i Delia fee the fatal hour • 106 

A rofe tree in full bearing 157 

As Poll and I a Maying went - 82 

Attention pray give 108 

All hail ! to the morning 139 

As palling by a fhady grove 168 

As you mean to fet fail 172 

A foldier is the nobleft name 187 

A Tailor's life's a life of wo 202 

Affembled and tyl'd, let us focial agree 214 

Awake, my mufe, with fprightlieft lay 192 

A Malbn's life's the life for me 221 

A tailor I once was 238 

As Colonet with Phebefat 341 

Banlfh forrow, grief and folly 9 1 

By Atlan's ftream I chanc'd to rove 76 

Both fexes, give ear to my fancy 118 

Come Brothers, let us cheerful fmg 209 

Come let us prepare 194 

Come let me take thee to my breaft 80 



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Come, are you prepared Page 215 

Come each gallant lad 154 

Come follow, follow me 216 

Come each jovial fellow 124 

Crown'd v^^itli aufpicious light 87 

Columbia's fons, attend awhile 2t^ 

Come all you pretty maidens 126 

Come ye Maions, hither bring 142 

Ceafe, rude Boreas, bluft'ring railer 173 

Convened we're met, my jovial fouls 2 1 3 



Included fwain, the p^kafure 
I>iogenes, furly and proud 
it)ear Brothers of fraternal mrtvi 
Diftrefs me with thofe tears no more 

tre God the univerfe "began 



to 

225 
141 



Tather and I went down to camp 
Friendfhip to every generous mind 
From thee, Eliza, I muft go 
Free from the buftle, care and ftrlfe 
Far remov'd from noife and fmoke 



167 

7S) 
191 

'95 



Hall Columbia ! happy land 

Hail ! America, hail ! unrival'd in fame 

How fweetly bloom'd the gay green birk 

How can my poor heart be glad 

How imperfedl is expreflion 

Hark ! hark ! foft lafs 

Here a Iheer hulk 



94 
69 
77 
81 
92 

93 

I03 



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How wretched is a woman's fate Page 83 

How happy is a -woman's fate ib. 

How fweet is the breeze 197 

Hail Mafonry divine 130 

How happy the woman, whofe charms 226 

How (lands the glafs around 67 

I'm nick-nam'd Quack by every prig 199 

If round the world poor lailcrs roam 189 

In life's morn a maiden gay 186 

In a mouldering cave 68 

In early youth, to fear a Granger 202 

I that once wav a ploughman 99 

I'm plagu'd v.-ith my friends "" .170 

In a little blue garment ' .155 

I've found, my fair, a true love knot • ^170 

I fiug the MafoFi's glory -207 

In times' of old date 220 

Tn .ft orifis, when clouds .obfcure the fky ,227 

I own I am Ijbock'd 243 

I figh and lament me in vain -236 

John Bull for paftime took a prance 245 

King Solomon, that wife projector, 217 

Lefe fome in grog place their delight -89 

Leander on the bay ^ 103 

Let the toaft be love and beauty 1 85 

My deareft life, wert thou my wife 17$ 

My days have been fo wondrous free 113 

My temples with clutters 95 



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No churchman am I Page 77 

No glory I covet, no riches I want 114 

Now we're launch'd on the world 182 

Ned oft had brav'd the field of battle 190 

Now we are freed from college rules 234 

Oh could the various force of found 8 1 

Once friends I had, but ah, to foon 196 

Oh ! the days when 1 was young 90 

On board the good fliip Molly 198 

Our immortal poet*s page 121 

Once I was blind, and could not fee 180 

O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales 206 

O! think on my fate 225 

P Nightingale ! heft poet of the grove 228 

O fortune, how ftrangely 230 

Of damafk cheek and fnowy neck 237 

Pufli about the bowl boys- 1 60 

Return enraptured hours 115 

P^eturning home acrofs the plain 169 

Roufe, roufe, brother fportfmen 1 64 

Says Plato, why fhonld man be vain 63 

Spanking Jack was fo comely 110 

Some women take delight in drefs 127 

Songs of fhepherds 137 

Saw you my hero George 233 



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The lark was up, the morn was grey Page 64 

To thee, fair freedom I retire 7 1 

The day returns, my bofom bums 78 

'Twas on the morn of fweet May day 95 

The moon had clirab'd the higheft hills 97 

'Twas paft meridian, half paft four loi 

The fails unfurl'd, the Oiip unmoor'd 109 
Twelve months are paft, fince on this flrand 112 

The wand'ring tar, returned from far 112 

The fun fets at night 117 

The bright god of day 118 

The fpring time returns 105 

The rofe had been vvafh'd 125 

The bright rofy morning 86 

'Twas once 1 had nothing to do 84. 

This world is a ftage 131 

The dufky night rides down the Iky 162 

The fun from the eaft 163 

'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat 166 

To the Knight Templar's awful dome 14S 

Thro' many a land and clime a ranger 152 

Time had not thinn'd my flowing hair '153 

The wand'ring failor ploughs the main 172 

The wealthy fool, with gold in ftore 178 

The failor ploughs the ftormy main 175 
There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin 179 

The waves were hulh'd, the fky ferene 184 

The man whofe life Is on the feas 190 

'Twas In the green meadows fo gay 201 

The rofe j all budding into bloom 204 

The gentle maid of whom I fing 205" 

The gladdening fun returns from reft 228 

The dawn of hope my foul revives 229 



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When the rofy morn appearing J^ogc 1^3 

When on thy bofom I recline 165 

When innocence and beauty meet 178 

Whattho' the fate of battle 73 

When morn's approach had banifh'd night 186 

When wild war's deadly blafl: was blown 71 

Wide over the tremulous fea 188 

When fortune doth frown 120 

When beating rains and pinching wmds 156 

When Mafonry expiring lay 143 

When Sol with grave motion 145 

When cnent wifdom beam'd ferene 149 

Vv^'h-vH quite a young fpark 223 

Why fhould our joys transform to pain 238 

While zephyrs fan the verdant grove 232 

Ye gents, give ear to me I pray 61 

Ye fair, pofiefs'd of ev'ry charm 98 

Ye fii-ir mairied dames 1 16 

.You all muft have heard of the learned pig 135 

Ye thrice happy few ^ 150 

¥e virgins attend ' 233 



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